I was wearing a denim front-zip dress with no bra and a white pantie.“Can I wait for you in your room, sir,” I asked Victor. (Yeah, I call him ‘...sir’ when someone is present).“No Ramya, come here it’s about you”, he said.I went to him. I stood close to him that his face was only a few centimeters away from my ass. He placed his left hand on my ass and slowly pulled me towards the old guy and said, “This is Dominic, one of my friends. Say hello to him.”“Hello, Dominic”, I said.“Come here, honey.. "Not there bitch," she said. "Go back to my ass." Disappointed, I moved back and trailed kisses along the swell of her bottom. "So - you think my ass is pretty?" she asked. "Yes Goddess, everything about you is beautiful." "Even my asshole?" She grinnedwickedly, and then reached back, a cheek in each hand, and spread them,baring her tiny winking crater. "Even . . . your asshole." How she could bare herself, show her dirtiestparts so shamelessly was beyond my comprehension. She stopped. ’ Linda groaned – she had never wanted anything more. Thomas looked into her eyes and saw the truth – she wanted it, needed it, had to have it. And he couldn’t stop them if he’d wanted to. He sank slowly to his knees, heart pounding and a flush spreading across his chest. He was almost ashamed of himself as he angled for a better view. As Linda pulled herself up she felt her pussy lips clinging to the steel-hard, satin smooth flesh of his thick shaft and she felt her muscular vaginal walls. .yeah. I might be a clone. And since I might now be the real Tanya, and you’re in that outfit...” Becky finished the train of thought for her. “You thought cause you might not be the real you, you could get yourself a piece of this?” Tanya nodded. Becky sighed. “Normal girls don’t have to put up with this. I mean, seriously. You have the weirdest i****t fetish. Yeah, I know about it. You should really invest in earbuds. Cause the porn you watch isn’t as quiet as you think it is. Can’t tell you.