After a short time, he started to work his hands up my legs to the area where they met, slipping his thumb into my bikini bottoms and rubbing from my ...clit to the bottom of my slit and back up again before taking his hand away.Naturally I was doing a fair amount of teasing myself and getting totally worked up in the process. I worked his boner out of the fly in his swimsuit and started to play with it so he pulled my bottoms aside and slid his erection along my lips and that was it. In the next. It was like I was getting to see all the new toys that I had never heard of before.I had seen Legos, I had seen erector sets, I had seen Lincoln logs, I had seen GI Joe, I had seen Micronauts, I had seen Star Wars action figures, and yes I loved all of those toys.However, now I had a glimpse into toys that I had never taken the time to appreciate before.A girl was sitting Indian style inside of a plastic mushroom house at the end of the aisle. This is an expensive playset with a door, a window. I imagine the top of Tommy’s head, my fingers tangled in his short brown hair, as his wonderfully soft, yet incredibly strong, tongue licks and laps the honey that flows freely to feed his desire and heighten mine. Though I can’t see his face, I know he’s smiling as he drives two long, thick fingers into my beckoning cock hole. I stretch my fingers, reaching deep inside my sheath. There. Oh! I tickle the sensitive spot deep inside, still imagining Tommy’s head fixed firmly between my thighs. My. Then, without allowing herself to think, she reamed a long lane through the ghastly substance, revealing the silvery surface hidden underneath. The fiendish routine of abuse and torture had cooled down some for her during the last week. A new load of untrained slaveflesh, virgin to whip and branding iron, had arrived, begging to be pieced, burned and lashed. The batch had come from some East European orphanage, from where regularly new material was skimmed off when the meat had reached a.