? And with that he lowered his ass to my face. Squatting over me, his cheeks spread wide, I knew what he wanted and stuck my tongue out, connecting wi...th his ass hole. He ground into my face and I pushed my tongue in. The taste was not what I expected. Not dirty, but sweaty and musky. As he rode my face, I could hear him groaning. ?That's it you dirty whore, lick my ass!? He took the belt again and began to beat my chest, belly and legs, landing the occasional hit on my cock or balls, which. " So do I," Marilyn agreed. "Uh, do your breasts feel funny?" Funny? In what way?" Mine hurt, and are swollen. I don't know why." Your period?" Two weeks ago," Marilyn said. "And it is like that, but ten timesworse. My bra feels like it is a size too small now. It fit fine thismorning." Not fair," Shelly protested. "You already have bigger boobs than me,and now they are getting bigger? Who do I complain to?" I don't know, maybe the river. Do you think it might be doing this tome?" Well, it does. She was smiling and much more comfortable in my car than standing out in the street, exposed and rejected."So, who were you meant to be meeting anyway?" I asked casually, heart and dick both beating in unison."Umm, no one." She tried brushing off the question and changed the radio station."I didn't say you could change that, missy," I said in a low, authoritative, teasing tone of voice. "Tell me, who were you supposed to be meeting?"She glanced at me submissively, head slightly lowered and not. "With all due respect, you don't know anything about me. Never did. You saw what you wanted to see." "Okay, so I shouldn't have presumed. Now I'm asking, did you enjoy it?" She sighed. "I guess I didn't really understand you either, because I have to admit that it genuinely surprises me that you apparently consider it to be an unbearable burden. But I've got to say, as much as I regret some of what I did, I'd be lying if I told you that I hated having all that power. Doesn't that prove what a.