Pushing my face into my couch I spread my legs out, the cool air breezing over my now wet pussy. I didn't want to be here, knelling like a slave in my... own living room. But what could I do? I had no money to my name, nowhere else to go.My thoughts were broken my a noise out in the hallway. I clenched up tight, listening intently for the dreaded sound to come. There it was, the creaking of my door being opened, then shut behind someone. I buried my face deeper in the couch, clenching the cushion. ” Matt told Kitten. She bent down and started to lap at the wine.(ET:)’You little bitch! I can’t believe that you submit so easily to being treated like an animal. The pervert wants to force anal sex on you? That’s immoral, unsanitary, gross and humiliating. How can you accept that!’(TS:)’Woof’ ‘Given our reaction to master’s fingers in our ass, anal sex will likely be quite enjoyable. Gross and humiliating are icing on the cake.’(MS:)’Our younger self is right, we like thinking of our self as. "How often do you shave?" Every day. You like it?" Hell yeah, can I play with it?" Sure you can." She bought her outside knee up and let her legs fall open a little. I began rubbing her twat – gently at first, then applying more pressure. Man, it felt great…so soft and warm and sexy. She started breathing more and more heavily, getting into it and grinding her hips against my hand. She was getting creamy and her lips became slippery with girl-juice. I slid a finger into her box and wiggled. It was through Jill that I grew to love having sex in the open air. When we went for our daily walk in the beech woods near our homes, Jill would often leave her panties off, and encourage me to slip my hand under her skirt to have a good feel of her bottom and pussy. Once we had found a secluded glen she would then lean against a tree and lift her skirt to give me a delicious view of her pussy, which was usually very wet by then, and tell me to get my cock out and fuck her silly. At other.