When I looked down she was fingering herself as fast as she could. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her pussy. “Please master I’m so... close, just let me finish!” she screamed. I slapped her hands “someone has been very naughty. Did I tell you, you could fuck yourself?” she was so desperate she was trying to hump the floor to help her get off. She looked up at me with the biggest eyes I have ever seen “Please master” she whimpered. “Someone needs to be taught a lesson” I said. More often than not, I could look down her blouse or in from the side.This day Lisa was in that kind of mood. Lisa was wearing a nice pair of shorts that made it easy to realize that she had nice legs and she was fit. With a nice wrap around top that from the side or if she was to bend over, you could look in and see her perfect "B" cup, nipples and all as she had no bra on. If she felt that she should not make is possible to see her, it was easy for her to not bend over or just stand up. As it struggled to auto focus, we could see flesh pressed to flesh. Sue's leg was pointed sharply skyward, but rotated jerkily toward her ears. We saw the edges of her swollen pussy and wet, curly auburn hairs. A second later the nine of us left from the party, plus two FBI agents, watched a stiff, ugly dick pummeling my wife's abused snatch. Nixon's hairy leg and scarred scrotum came into view. The camera left the joining of their thighs and moved up her soft abs until it zoomed back enough to. . I watched them, felt a bit ‘tingly’, then felt very guilty, and stopped and worried someone would find out. I never told anyone. I never went looking for more ... But I used to play with myself thinking about them ... Girls with dogs, girls with horses ... Lots of moaning and groaning and stuff. Thinking back to them now, they were pretty terrible, really. Obviously, just girls acting up, not really enjoying it, or nothing like that...”We cut to a shot of Dennis, nodding his approval that.