And maybe you Cindy?,” she teases.I can’t quite believe a gorgeous ass I have admired and ogled for years is naked apart from her tiny black g-str...ing and laying across my lap. “The cheeks of your ass look absolutely fantastic in that g-string,” I tell her“Spank it for me, then I won’t feel so guilty giving you a blow job,” she whispers. “Harder, harder,” that is a turn on, a huge turn on. I like it. Are you watching Cindy?”“Yes I am, and I like watching a man doing that to you.”“That’s ten, is. It was never part of your job to protect her. That's my job. If anyone failed, it was me by not providing adequate defense for this whole family." She didn't look convinced.God! Teenagers! What had I done in my life that was so awful that I was saddled with this? I had eight of the most competent, deadly, amazing girls in the world and all they ever dwelled upon was how big a failures they were. Well, this one was going to get about as much sympathy from me as Amy had. Later. Right now, I. They closed in around me and before long there were rough male hands all over me, pinching and pulling and squeezing. It took them less than a minute to uncover my body. My dress was nothing but a belt again. Not long after that someone reached down and grabbed one of the thin strings holding my thong in place and yanked on it.It tore away almost effortlessly, allowing the little patch of cloth that had been covering my slit to fall down onto my thigh, totally exposing me to their lustful. Her hands gripped the edge of her seat and her nipples were poking out through the thin fabric of her dress. He moved his focus back down her pussy once again. His middle finger found its way into her. Her opening had been torn and but not stretched a lot. She either had already been fingered by someone else or she had fingered herself before. He began a gentle thrusting motion. His thumb circled her clitoris. Little moans escaped Ayla. It was easy to tell she was aroused as she rocked her hips.