As I lie down I look at her in anticipation of what she's going to do next. Amy "Good boy, and from now on, now you do nothing unless I tell you to okay?" Me "Okay... I won't" Amy "We are now going to play a little funny game" While she picks up a bag from the corner of the room and returns to the bed. Amy "These are a few toys from my Mom, she used them together with her last boyfriend." She empties the bag on the bed, it's a lot of kinky stuff. Dildos, butt-plugs, gags, everything" Amy "When I show you an item, you are going to tell me what it is, and what it's for. And don't think you can cheat, because I already know a few of them and if I catch you cheating I will use it on YOU!." Me "Holy shit.. Well okay" The fact that this girl has control over me definitely lezzy excites me, although I don't know her real intentions yet, and that frightens me. For now there's not much else to do than play the game along. She starts her game when she picks up an item. "This one!" she says, and she holds up some-kind of a thin rod. Me "Uh..I think it's to spank someone with" Amy "I think so too hihi!" and she hits me on my chest with it "Aaaw!" Then she hits me on multiple places on my legs and belly. "Aaaw, AW!" I wiggle, girl on girl it hurts quite a bit. Amy giggles and lez she holds it above my crotch and says "Lie still, don't make me hit you there" Me "Oh no please don't.. I'll lie still" Amy "Good boy! I'll keep this one, you'll never know when I need it.... Now and this?" She picked up kissing a pink dildo, in the shape of a real dick. Me "It of course is a dildo" Amy "And what's it for?" Me "Uhh, for in a oil woman's vagina" For doing it on my terms.” Growling I concentrated harder finally getting the second half to vanish. I asked her, “Do you have GPS?” The next morning, I awoke to my mother's face right in front of me, smiling. Mary kept quiet as she tried to still lezzy her thoughts and focus on relaxing her asshole oil to allow the tube entry but the feeling of having lubricated fingers caressing her asshole was a sensation she was not prepared for at all. There was a small bathroom with shower, girl on girl behind an iron door, at the opposite end of the room from the entrance. The captain greeted me, lez "Hello Riya, welcome to our college." James grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her mouth. We older guys are short on performance, often, but not on pure loving treatment and kissing appreciation. It smelled great like lavender and mint.
She sat there, looking at Erica for a while, deciding what to do with her. She wanted to make Erica lick her cunt, but Michael would be over soon and Laura didn't have much time. The time factor likewise ruled out getting Erica to wear the strap-on. Finally, she just settled for reaching between Erica's legs and pinching her clitoris painfully. "Listen, we have Michael coming around tonight to visit, okay? And last time he came over we were really rude to him because of how much of a slut you were, so you have to make him happy tonight, all right?" Erica nodded, confused, but desperate for Laura to release her clit. "Good girl," said lezzy Laura. She let Erica up, went into the kitchen, and came back with a glass of wine. "Drink oil this," she said, and watched as Erica did. The glass contained a double dose of aphrodisiacs. Laura had decided that Erica deserved lez to be a slut tonight, and that a slutty Erica would probably please Michael. Once Erica was drugged, Laura girl on girl got her dressed. She picked out a pair of lacy panties, and used scissors to cut a slit in the groin so that Erica's vulva poked lewdly out from the fabric. She found kissing a short skirt, and made it even shorter by clipping its hem. Erica's pussy could be seen under the hem even when she was standing upright. She took elastic bands and placed one around the base of each of Erica's tits, making them bulge lewdly, and then slipped a mostly transparent white top over them that ended so abruptly that a copious amount of underboob was clearly visible. She completed the ensemble with a black neck collar, high heels, and a "fuck-me" makeup scheme. The final result made Erica look like a cross between a prostitute and a rape victim. * * * * * Those four terrifying words: “We need to talk.” Taking off his jacket, Miles wrapped it around her shoulders. “Not the point. SLAP! One question he did have was if he was going to get paid for the time the restaurant would be closed. Do you know who I am? That oil thin membrane between me and the heaven of my first snatch. It dawned girl on girl lezzy on me that I kissing needed to start doing what I said I would. As soon as she sat down, lez food disappeared faster than Vallerie could eye it. Bunny rolled her eyes.
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