“Oh, yes baby. Mmmmm.” She pants out, “Faster. More. Use your fingers, Kitty.” I smile while keeping my slow pace. I should learn by now, to n...ver turn down an order from Lexi. With my tongue not speeding up and my fingers only spreading her lips, I can feel her need take over and her patience loses out. When she wants something, Lexi always gets it. I hear her growl in frustration before I realize I’m on my back with Lexi straddling my waist, “Why do you never listen to me, Kitty? Why do you. I drank him up, naturally, for I loved the taste of my Master in my throat. He pulled his cock from my mouth, but not after I sucked on the head a bit more to rid him of all existing semen; for the moment.He sat above me still, for a moment. When I least expected it, he grabbed me and turned me over. I gasped. I cried out when he thrust his cock into my ass, impaling but pleasuring me. I tried to move; I tried to buck my hips, but he held me down and fucked me roughly, once again spilling. You go to swat it away, only to find my head in place between your legs. And my moist lips, working their way upwards, towards your very own wet lips. Your thick aroma already envelopes my every sense, imploring me to hurry up and fuck you. But you know that it won't come that swiftly. My smooth palms, already wet as my body senses the acts about to be committed, caress your breasts, sliding over them, beneath them, tickling your skin and sending goosebumps over your entire body. I gently. We won’t go into why. My uncle calls Aunt Mary’s breasts Fun Bags.Anyway back to the mandatory fashion show. It was on a Saturday afternoon from one o’clock until five o’clock. Four long drawn out hours of torture. Dad would have to give up his golf game with his buddies. I would have to give up a football game. It just wasn’t fair.That morning we all went out to have breakfast. Then we were required to go to the beauty shop with them. Mom couldn’t trust us. They got their hair fixed up, their.