What do you want me to do, Mandy? he asked, just barely licking her pussy. Mandy moaned in frustration and growled, Lick my pussy! Stick your tongue i...nto my juicy little cunt and eat me! Michael didnt have to be told twice, wasting no time in pushing the string of her thong aside and delving his tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go. The blonde let out a howl of pleasure and gyrated her hips against the older mans clever tongue, her toes curling as he licked her inner walls. Oh my god!. She started sobbing. I didn't know what to do and started rubbing her shoulder and back. I rubbed all over her back and reached below her waist. She sat up soon as I reached her buns accidentally. I noticed her breath fastened as I rubbed lower down and kissed her again. I felt her body tightened as I reached the crack between her very firm buns. She turned and our lips locked together. My tongue reached inside. We started kissing passionately as I slipped my hand inside her sweat pants. Her. The ringing in my ears and my own heartbeat had probably been enough for me to miss his movements if he had made any noise. Getting dirty hadn’t bothered him, and his actions just reinforced my belief that he was military trained.I walked back to him and looked at his face. He had pulled the balaclava up when he went to talk to me. Not a good sign of his intentions. I didn’t doubt for a minute that he would have raped me, and probably more if he could have. I didn’t believe for a second that he. Banshee lay in a puddle, shuddering. “Stand,” I told her. She stood up, blinking piss out of her eyes. “Now you,” I ordered. She shook her head, perplexed. “I don’t understand, Master.” “Piss yourself,” I stated. Despite the humiliation of being unloaded on, of being assfucked and used like an animal in a room full of onlookers, this was an order that pushed the limits. Potty training is hard wired into humans, and relieving yourself while others look on is hard to do for most.