"So if you have known my mother for that long, there must be some juicy tales you can tell me about her past," Michelle asked, feeling herself get wet at the thought of her prim and proper Mother’s brazen acts of debauchery. “When she married your father,” Julie reminisced, “I couldn’t attend the wedding, but did attend the hen party the week before, and that was a wild night, a very wild couple of nights indeed." Julie smiled at seeing her young friend squirm in facial her chair, simultaneously desiring the gory details of the story, while wishing she did not know this seedy side of her mother’s personal life. "Please tell me, please tell me," said Michelle begged in a voice like a child at Christmas, demanding she be allowed to open her presents early, excited about be able to learn something about her mother's kinky past. "OK," said Julie, deliberately drawing out the anticipation, "but before I tell the story, there are some rules to which you must agree." Michelle eagerly nodded her head in response. Julie went on, “first, you don’t breath a word to anyone who is not named in the story." “Cross my heart,” Michelle quickly replied, tracing an “X” over her left breast, her nipples clearly visible through her thin top. “Second,” Julie said, and paused dramatically, watching Michelle’s excitement and impatience clearly growing, before breaking the silence, "for the duration of the story, you will be naked with the dog dildo inside of you, but you may not cum until I give you permission." Michelle was so turned on that she shed her clothes in record time, before she realised that her dog dildo was still at home, in her bedroom. She bent to pick up her strewn clothes, so she could dress quickly and run to the house, and physically jumped as Julie barked, "DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD GET DRESSED?" "But… but..," stammered Michelle, holding her black yoga pants to her chest in a feeble attempt to cover her body, "I am naked and people might see me when I go back to my house." Julie nodded and smiled unsympathetically, "Then it’s best if you are quick about it, unless of course, you don't want to hear the story." Michelle blushed, then peeked around the doorway, scanning Julie's large back garden. She surveyed the landscape between the two cottages, planning out the fastest route that also provided the most cover, should anyone happen by. Praying that her father hadn’t come home, Michelle ran like a fleet footed deer along her strategic path, darting her head from side to side to make sure she was not seen. When she reached the door of her cottage, she didn’t even bother to listen for her father, and burst into the kitchen and up to her bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as she closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, taking a moment to catch her breath. She made a beeline to bedside table and pulled open the drawer, her small breasts still rising and falling rapidly, pussylicking as she tried to control her breathing. “FUCK!” she yelled loudly, as she slipped her hand under the pile of panties to the back left corner of the drawer, where the dildo should have been. She started frantically tearing her underwear out of the drawer, until she was standing amid her strewn panties, staring into an empty drawer. She was certain that the last time she used the dog dildo she had carefully hidden back blowjob in her top drawer, but now it was gone. In a panic, she emptied the contents of the next drawer down, adding her bras to the multi-coloured pile of cumshot undergarments on the floor, again without locating the dildo. She repeated the process with the remaining drawers, until her room looked like a bomb had hit it. Sobbing with frustration and fear, Michelle was startled by the soft buzz of the secret phone Julie had given her, beckoning to her from under her pillow. She grabbed the phone and clicked on the new message icon, and stared indignantly at the picture of her dog dildo sitting on Julie's kitchen table above the message, 'Looking for something? "Bitch!" Michelle exclaimed, and the phone buzzed again, as if it heard her. “I may be a bitch, but I am not YOUR bitch, so you will WALK back to my house SLOWLY... NOW!' Michelle looked up to the corner of her room where the camera was hidden, and resisted the urge to flip it off. She wrestled with the emotions running through her brain, her feelings for Julie, her desire to know more about the secret side of her mother, and the pure lust that Julie and Chico had unleashed inside her. As she turned Hardcore toward the door, she felt the wetness between her legs, and reluctantly, yet obediently, opened the door and started the slow walk indian back to Julie's kitchen. About midway between the two cottages, Chico burst out of a bush and ran joyfully towards his Mistress, sniffing and poking his nose into Michelle's crotch as she walked. The maids in their uniforms on ether side of Sam with the girls behind them. “If you don`t open this door this instant, I`ll kick it fucking open.” I collapsed onto the sand and lay there jerking and moaning. facial Because of your behavior and appearance, you would be identified as a male. She saw in her a woman cumshot who needed love. With my whole weight on my pussy my body jerked, my feet lifting indian off the stools. Each time I thrust into her, Jill pushed down on blowjob her face with her pussy. on Hardcore the stage, the poncho lifted waist high, displaying, from behind, her Megan and Henry said together, “No, pussylicking there is not.” Jerry turned and walked out of her room, trying not to stumble, and clicked the door shut behind him.