“What do you want to eat?”“Chinese would be great. And you for dessert!”I chuckled, “Let’s get dinner. We can talk about the dessert after...wards.”“Talk? There’s no talking necessary. There’s fucking or not fucking. Your call.”“Jesus,” I breathed.“We talked WAY too much before. I know if you start talking I’ll NEVER get it.”“There are rules,” I said. “And they are inviolable.”Well, apparently not, at least in the case of rubbers with Fawn, but the other one was.“And these rules are?”“A recent STD. "I--I said--you could," Cindy whimpered."Ask me! Say please! Tell me what you want!" Valerie rasped. Her green eyes flashed. Cindy whimpered, feeling as if she were a dog being made to beg for a bone. She hesitated. How could she voice her desires? Letting the woman eat her pussy was one thing being passive, allowing it, pretending that she was only doing it to please the older woman didn't seem so shameful. But to be made to plead for what they both wanted was mortifying. She stared down at. Her tongue danced around my nub. I whimpered, my cunt clenching.“Come on, there has to be something I can do. Something so kinky!”“It has to be the location,” Zoey groaned. “It has to be a special place.”“Mmm,” Stefani agreed as she switched nipples. She nipped my right nub.Pleasure shot down to my clit.“What do you mean?” I asked, trembling between them.Zoey’s fingers pressed harder on my clit. She massaged that little nub as she shoved her other hand between my thighs, too. These digits ran. "Mom should have... well... you know... taken care of you." But she didn't! That's just the point. And the more she avoided me, the sexier you looked to me, until I thought I'd burst with love for you. I had to fuck you, Linda. Don't you see? I didn't really hurt you, did I? I made love to you. Sure I had to slap you around a little, but only until you behaved. If you're a good girl for me, I'll be real nice to you... like this." His fingers diddled her pussy and one teased her open, wet.