His hips moved in and out with everquickening pace until he blew his load. The mistresses needs ignored. Hewithdrew his cock from her and got dressed ...again.Then she signaled the black headed man to do the same. The same eventsoccurred with this man just taking his pleasure with no regard for themistresses enjoyment. Strange I thought.This man withdrew from inside the mistress and he too dressed.Now the mistress waved me over to her. "On your knees girl. Now cleanout my pussy - I don't want a. Samantha Blue, my best friend from middle school. Black hair, brown eyes, glasses and sweatshirts, she’s somewhat tomboyish. “Nat, what happened?” Sammy asks, her voice coated with concern. I glance at her as I turn to face my locker. “I came to this damn school,” I reply, frustration and fear spilling out in my snappy tone. It was like this every day, somebody always picked on me. I was lucky it was only this once today, but it had been more severe than usual. Sammy laid her hands on my. I looked up on time to see here eyes dart away from me. "if I'm not mistaken, she was just looking at my pussy," I thought with a smile, "I wonder how far she is willing to go. I mean she has to stop me if its wrong right?" I plopped on the bed next her and sat crossed legged in front of her with my knees touching her legs. she smiled and lit the blunt. she hit it twice and passed it to me. I hit it and grabbed a beer. "give me a shotgun," she grinned as she handed me the blunt. I carefully put. It feels so good inside me, heavy, shifting as I roll my hips. I realize I've been holding my breath, and I suck down huge gulps of air.His fingers begin to play with my pussy, pinching my lips, stroking my clit, teasing my hole. He pulls the lips outward and apart, then presses them together. Sometimes he caresses gently, sometimes he pinches as hard as he can. I take it all, reveling in the attention, enjoying the thought of how hard his cock must be.He slips a finger deep inside me, then.