Her conditioning had robbed me of the ability to utter those words."Well, answer me," she barked. "Who's my little bitch?"I fought, but answered, "I'm... your little bitch." I did not recognize my own voice."Well, don't be like that, my little puppy," she chided. "I've saved you a special treat." She turned around, resting her hands on the desk, and made two little kissing sounds with her mouth, sounds one might use to prompt a dog to accept a morsel of food from the table.My gaze fell to her. He tried to duck down further behind the cockpit coaming and shuffled his feet to try and restore some feeling. He was feeling nauseous from the effects of the castor oil fumes and light-headed from cold and the after-effects of the adrenaline rush he experienced when the Hun 'archie' - anti-aircraft fire - erupted in the sky around him. At first he had watched in astonishment when the little brown and red puffballs had appeared ahead and above the labouring aircraft. Then the German gunners. I told them about the invitation, then she asked me i pressed her ass. i told her that i had dreamt of fucking both of them. then genelia again spitted on my face and started licking my face. From that day they both saw my in a naughty way.after some days their mother came and told my aunt that they had to go out and their daughters were alone in the house and if i could stay in their house till they came back.at night i went to their house , i was sitting on the sofa when both of them stood. "Mommy needs assfucking, Walter!" she panted. "Deeper, baby, really ram itin now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck Mommy's asshole as deep as you can!" Walter grunted as he heaved on top of her, forcing his immense cock deeperand deeper into the Vaseline-slickened heat of her asshole. Then it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls, his huge prick pulsating as it soaked in the indescribable tightness of her shit tunnel. Patty started humping harder, moaning and crying as she.