She opens her legs more by sliding her knees further apart until her pussy is resting on top of my shiny shaft. She slides her hands down to my chest ...and squeezes my pecks before pinching my nipples softly. I slide my hands up and down her back until I feel her body no longer shaking. “Mm, you haven’t lost a thing,” she whispers while kissing behind my ear. I slide my hands back down to her hips and pull her up so that her pussy is hovering over my dick. She squeals as I lift her up and looks. .That's nice." Vicki moaned trying to force herself to stay still and not suffocate Andrea.She ran her hand behind her, reaching into the waistband of the pants of Andrea's prison outfit. As Andrea ran her tongue over her clit, Vicki moved her fingers into Andrea's pants. Andrea stiffened for a minute when she felt Vicki's hand move inside her panties, then moaned when the other woman touched her clit lightly."Like that do you?" Vicki purred as she wiggled her butt, trying to get Andrea back to. David is very outgoing, a really nice guy. He also has a crush on me, or at least he did until subtle inquiries determined that I’m straight. I joined the YMCA about a year ago, just after moving to town. I wanted to get in shape again after having been away from the gym for many months. I soon noticed Karen and was smitten. Unfortunately, I also noticed her boyfriend. Over the next eight months Karen and I talked several times but she seemed happy with Brian (her boyfriend) and I resigned her. In addition to putting the usual brand of ownership on his slaves, he also preferred that their cunts stayed sore and bruised from usage. It was a sort of psychological brand for the slave. They would not be able to take a piss without it burning. They were not permitted to wear any panties, so their cunts were always open. Sometimes he would thrust his fingers in and out as he passed them on his estate. He moved to the fireplace and removed the branding iron. He walked over and thrust it.