‘Kylie looks up ter you,’ she replied. ‘I didn’t know till the last couple of days but when I ‘appened ter mention – Friday mornin’ I fi...nk it must’ve been – that Wendy ‘ad told me yer uncle ‘ad died she looked reel sad and said it was such a shame, you was such a nice man. And since then she’s mentioned a couple more times that yer such a good and kind man and she keeps askin’ me if she can do anyfink ter ‘elp yer, but I told ‘er I couldn’t fink of nuffink. But I fort it’s good that she looks. “You do, Master.” “Be with?” I rubbed the leather strip over your clit and your pussy lips, the threat unspoken but clear to both of us. “You’re not here to be with anyone, you stupid whore. You’re here to fuck and suck whoever I let pay me for the privilege.” I lifted the black leather tool away from your pussy and brought it up to your chest. Before you could begin to react, I flicked it twice, barely touching both of your swollen, sensitive nipples. You sucked air in between your lips and. They were of sturdy peasant stock with wide child-bearing hips and generous boobs that still looked perky under their summer dresses. None of the four girls had gone to college after graduating from the Catholic high school around the corner and I didn't expect to either because there was no money in any of our families for tuition and such. The Gallagher twins worked in the candy factory wearing silly plastic wraps around their hair like they were visiting from another planet and Fiona was. Jay moved his mouth down my neck, his teeth sucking and nipping me. His fingers slid inside my knickers and he found my clit with ease. The decadence of being touched and teased by a relative stranger without a word passing our lips was incredibly horny. Jay’s fingers entered me and his expertise brought me to climax within minutes. The orgasm came thick and fast, my juices gushing and splashing against my stockings and in turn soaking the front of Jays jeans. He grabbed my hips and pulled me.