“Please fuck me with… with your great cock, Master. I love… I love your cock fucking me so hard, Sir. Th-thank you, Sir.” She said it mechanic...ally at first, but when she noticed his eyebrow quirk upward in a preview of the scowl she had already seen before, she quickly changed course. “Please fuck this slave’s pussy, Master! Your magnificent cock feels incredible inside me!” she cried, hoping her renewed enthusiasm would stave off any beating. It worked. The sexy girl’s cries and the squeaks of. She slowly outlined my lips with a red pencil,going a little further than my lip line, I thought. Then the girlsexamined a number of lipstick shades, putting a small dot of one on mylips, discussing its merits, wiping it off, and starting again withanother shade. Finally they agreed on a shade most of them liked. Withfirm, deliberate, slow strokes, the girl in charge of the lipsticksstroked the color on me. She did a small section of my lips at a time.As she paused to examine her work, she. I wanted, dare I say it, but I craved something different.Joanne was a perfect hostess. I was a little surprised when she answered the door still clad in her nightie and a short robe tied at the waist. Obviously, I was way over-dressed. Joanne proffered a wink and a hug and told me that I looked sexy. She led me out to the patio, where she had a table set up for two, for a breakfast.“Wait here,” she said, “Let me grab our breakfast.”The backyard looked like something out of Better Homes and. One morning I was walking through the park and suddenly saw a guy in the bush. He was standing with his back at me, and I didn’t really see what he was doing. I remembered those stories at once. The guy didn’t seem to see me. I don’t know what came over me but I approached him from behind. I came up really close and wondered how come he still didn’t see me.He was masturbating. The picture was so arousing I could hardly control myself. The guy finally noticed me. It was a teen of about 18-19. He.