?"Good little girl." he says. ?"Now get down on the ground and spread your legs wide open." he says. Snapping photos as you do. ?"Now play with your c...unt." he says.You look up him and shake your head. ?"No no! ?I can't." you say, your hands staying at your side firmly. ?He starts to threaten you but you just moan and shake your head. ?"I cannot touch myself there. ?I just cannot do it." you say. ?"I don't know how to do it." you say.He stares at you and then finally shakes his head, getting. "You were acting like a slut last night, little lady! Can you honestly tell me you aren't soaking your panties right now thinking of this?" He stroked the bulge in his trousers suggestively."I am sorry you have to listen to this, Tom," I apologized. It took a long moment remove my pencil skirt and show them I wasn't wearing any underwear. "No soaked panties," I emphasized. "And before you ask, this" -- I collected a few dewdrops with a finger -- "is on account of my girlfriend, not you." I. The last few weeks though things had changed. A voluptuous black ssbbw had just moved in next door and her stroke sessions sounded just as hardcore as mine if not more. Her name was Asia Blue and she was a brick house, literally. She stood roughly 5’11, I estimate around 350-400lbs, massive titties and an ass that wouldn’t quit. In the mornings I would catch her leaving for work on my way in. Damn was she a fox. Flawless make up on a face that resembled a larger Halle Berry, gold trimmed eye. ” Verisa was nearly shouting, and nearly in tears at the same time.“Yes?”“Unless you let me join you”“You mean?”Tematha filled in the gaps that both were leaving “Are you saying that you’ll leave unless he fucks you, Verisa?”“Yes”“But, I thought I was letting you off that?”“I rather think that hearing and seeing us all being fucked rigid by your every ready weapon, sir, has made her rather unsatisfied. For myself I am not sorry to have lost that particular attribute which some say is a grace.