Each had a hand up the others skirt, I smiled at them as Jane licked my juicy little hole.“Come and join us,” I said and they stood up to take off... their clothes, they both wore stockings and tiny little thongs, the blonde one of the two came over and stood beside me until I signalled that she should stand over me.Slipping off her thong, she did as I asked and then lowered herself down onto my face, only a light fuzz of hair surrounded her pussy and I heard her gasp of pleasure as my tongue. Eva found within some of those books an interesting subject: ritual clitoridectomy, and infibulation. She really got into reading about it, and introduced the rest of us to the subject.The reality isn’t pretty. But this was fantasy. As fantasy it was deliciously submissive, but totally not sustainable. So, it remained a subject for fantasy, and play. Actually being cut wasn’t like whip marks. Clitorises, once pruned, they don’t grow back.This is story is fictionalized reality. Stuff that. Her warm slim body was pressed up against me and my cock was rubbing up against her. Just when i thought that was all i had to worry about. My mom started to get comfortable now that she was getting warm again. My mom reached up and grabbed my hand which was still d****d over her side, and placed it into her chest. She opened my hand up and placed it directly on her left tit and put her hand over mine. She moaned in comfort. My cock started to really get harder and was now pressing into her. I was like a bundle of vibrating and flexing dildoes all attached together. The heads glistened with jelly, the neon colours dull in the dark."Do you like it my dear. I bet you fucking do you hot bitch."He was kicking and thumping the door as he teased her."He can't keep me away from you forever. Let me in now and I'll promise not to make you scream that much."The petrified girl curled on the bed and it was only after ten dreadful shivering minutes that she realised the awful creature had.