Her hand then slid up to the leg hole of my shorts and then under. She grabbed a hold of my thickening member and cooed "mmm I'd love to try this on f...or size."I was taken completely by surprise. She began stroking my cock, I reached over and fondled her breasts through her bathing suit material. I moved down her body to her crotch where I rubbed her clit through the thin material. She moaned and whispered in my ear that she wanted my cock buried deep inside her. I sat back and nodded, still a. The beat began to throb, and the crowd were chanting.“Mandi, Mandi, Mandi, Mandi...”Like I said, I’ve never had a nickname, but I knew that they were chanting for me. Their needs were irrelevant, however; their wants didn’t affect me. My Master wanted me to dance, and so I knew I would dance.Tonight I was dressed in a pleated skirt that barely covered anything, a white blouse that revealed my smooth midriff and emphasized my breasts. Antioch High didn’t have a uniform, but I knew for certain. He loved getting hand jobs. So she began stroking it rather softly. He also liked a good build up as well before she would just get rough with him. Then she started going really fast. He started to let out some soft moans as well. “Shit Karen, keep doing it like that, make me cum,” Lee said. Then as time went on, he just couldn't take all the pleasure of a great hand job. Karen really kept up the speed she was going at. Of course her arm started to get a little tired, but she was more than. They giggled. “I don’t think you do,” LaVonda said as she ran her lotion-slick hands along her sister’s shoulders, and down to her full, D-cup breasts. “I think you want us to stay here with you.”“Those nipples don’t lie,” LaShonda agreed as she rubbed lotion into LaVonda’s firm thighs.The Ambrose sisters giggled and embraced as they caressed each other, and soon their bountiful brown-skinned bodies were glimmering with oil. I closed my eyes and tried not to imagine their pubescent beauty as.