Neither Agatha nor Hortenseseemed pleased by her latest outburst. Nor did either of them looklike someone to be trifled with."Don't ever yell at us li...ke that again, Sister." Hortense stared atthe Mistress."We'll overlook your outburst for now. You're already in enough hotwater now without adding yelling at a senior Sister to the list," saidAgatha. "It's a good thing we arrived when we did. We were able todull your unnatural lusts before you could wish your genie into somedespicable male. Last. It aroused me immensely knowing that Clark could see the outline of my hairless little cunt; I was excited to show it off to him.I lay in the most subtly seductive poses I could think of, without being too obvious. It wasn't hard to notice the hard-on I was giving him. For sure, Clark had looked at my body over the last couple of years, and I guessed that I'd shown him enough that he had sometimes even fantasized about me, but by the look on his face and the lump in his pants, I suspect that. As we left the restaurant she brushed her hand in front of him and gave his cock a squeeze. She told me he felt large. We went to the bar in my hotel for a few drinks. Maureen was the center of attention. There were a few couples and a handful of men, probably salespeople. We sat at the bar for a while and after flashing some of the patrons we went back to my room. I told Maureen while she went home to get ready I went shopping for her. I showed her several spreader bars, a dog collar and a. “Palm up!” she said. And moaned as my fingers twisted inside her cloying pussy. “Now scratch! … Scratch my cunt!” I flexed my fingers, feeling the soft pebbly surface of her g-spot. “Ohhh! God! Yessss!” she cried I continued to rub her clit with my tongue, coming up for breath every few seconds, taking in the heavy musky scent of her womanhood. “Don’t stop!…Make me cum!” Her hold on my head was vise-like. Not that she needed to hold me there, I wanted to be there, making her moan and flail,.
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