He covered each of Victoria's breasts with a thin film of white paint, often touching her body to manoeuvre her to where he wanted her. This process c...ontinued until Victoria's torso was complete. Clare set about the task of preparing another paint gun, this time with black paint. She offered it to Martin but he instructed Clare to start painting Victoria's bum. Clare was about Victoria's age andhad more tattoos and piercings than Victoria could count at a quick glance. Her hair was bright red. I hear him walk back around and stand behind me. He traces his fingers lightly up and down my back and buttocks, making me twitch. I am shaking again, not knowing what will happen next. He smacks my ass before reaching around and rubbing my clit. He is pushed up against me and I can feel his cock hardening again against my ass. I can’t contain myself anymore, I want to feel him inside of me. “Please fuck me,” I say. He reaches up with his other hand and wraps it around my throat firmly, “I told. I reciprocated him and gripped his pants pocket, pulling him closer to me; his groin pushing into my stomach. I was so tiny compared to him, he must have stood at around six-foot-five. His mouth quickly wandered to mine and it wasn’t long until we were kissing each other deeply with a mad passion. Running his hands through my hair, I reached around and gripped hold of his pert bum. He bit my bottom lip lightly and I edged my hands around to his front where I lifted up his shirt, reaching. ” “I don’t know, my pussy is so sore, I can feel it, but it was definitely worth it.” Though we could get caught by anyone at any minute we just lay there on the table, her too worn out to even move and me reveling at being the reason she’s worn out. “Holy. Fucking. Shit!” We both shot up off the table, afraid for our lives since we had actually been caught. It didn’t occur to us how dangerous our laying there was, but hearing someone else talk let it sink right in. we turned to look at our.