“So what do you think of Chantelle and Michael Lizzie, aren’t they just gorgeous?” She asked. “Thank You Ms. Oh please!”
“Yes Lizzie, I think…”
“Aaaahhhhh! Sensing it she slid two fingers into me and concentrated her lips onto my clit. “I admire your passion, Miss Richards.” He said, squirming a bit. Laurence. I wasn’t certain how he would react, but I was very pleasantly surprised. I whimpered and begged pathetically, but she would not let me come. I had a moment of panic, wondering how to answer, but I had to be honest. “Lizzie, has some trust issues. Then she gave me a brief kiss, before sitting in the chair. “You see Chantelle, she is a recovering vindictive bitchaholic. “Touch yourself Lizzie! We made a promise the Chantelle and you don’t want to disappoint her, do you?” She stepped past me toward the dining room. My body trembled and I could feel all control slipping away. Next, she pressed her open mouth gently against my wetness and French kissed my pussy.
