Great Mamatha romance with adolescent friend in swimming pool-1

As her mind cleared and her voice returned she looked up at Karen. "Yes Miss Karen, I'd love desi to help," as she dropped her head to the floor and started to lick. I can't stop doing what she asks, I'm helpless, and confused. God I love the sound of her voice. I wish she would take me and make me hers. I need to please her. As Trish was licking the floor, Karen stood and walked over to the prone teacher. She touched her head and pointed to another puddle, "You missed a spot." Trish melted as soon a she felt the touch, and slid to where Karen pointed and started to lick. Amber stood and laughed as she walked by Trish, "Thank you for inviting me. I had a wonderful time and I hope we can do it again soon," as she walked out the door to go home. "Okay slut, stop licking and mop up your mess. We need to take care of some things before I'm done with you today." Trish crawled over to the closet and grabbed the mop and finished cleaning the floor. When she finished Karen called her into masala her bedroom. Here slut put these on, we're going out for some fun. Trish crawled over to the bed and looked at what Karen laid out for her. She dropped her head as sitting there was a crop top that she had not worn in at least six years. It was small on her then, Trish wondered if she could even fit in it now. To go with it was a pleated tartan skirt that looked like at school uniform skirt for an elementary school girl. It couldn't be more than twelve inches long. Sitting on the floor was a pair of four inch pumps. Normally they would look nice with an evening gown but with this skirt and top it was obscene. "Miss Karen, may I take a shower, I'm covered in piss and smell." "Absolutely hot not, you've not earned any rewards, now get dressed." After her punishment Trish had no resistance left and quickly dressed hoping to please her Mistress. As soon as she finished Karen pulled her to her feet and stood her in front of a mirror. Trish groaned when she saw her reflection. Looking back at her was a slut. She didn't even recognize herself. Her tits were hanging out from the bottom of the too tight crop top. The indian tartan skirt that ended only an inch or so below her cunt completed the look. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was plastered to her face. She looked at Karen with pleading eyes praying she wouldn't take her out in public. "God you're a mess, go in and fix your face and make sure it's slutty, I think I like this look on you." Trish nodded and walked to the bathroom to complete her task. Twenty minutes later they walked out the door and headed to Trish's car. She was trembling by the time she reached the driver's door. Her body wasn't aroused because of the massive orgasm, and Karen hadn't said much since, but she was frightened, as her Mistress was very cruel. The only good thing was that her core wasn't leaking and her head was clear. "Where are we going Miss Karen?" Now it’s time to get you home," John replied with a masala smile, as pulled his sweats up over his cock and raised the car seat back up. Only on the weekend were they allowed to sleep together in the master bedroom. She shot up screaming. Sandra screamed into Monique as Rebel forced her to gush cum from a powerful indian orgasm triggering a chain reaction of orgasms from one end of the pussy train to the other. How in the hell was he expecting me to do better than that? As he finished the sentence, he was looking down at me, while gently stroking my erect boner. Kathern said he normally comes here next, then the other girlfriend around lunch time. “Ohhh FUCK!!! Not quite a hug. No longer were Elise and I doing the cooking. Will you post a story about us today for me?” Janet asks as kneels in front of me and licks her way up my thighs, then lightly makes contact with my cunt lips. He’s all muscle." Elunaraa strode onwards, her worries regarding the cleanliness of her lower legs washing away as she spotted more and more herbs, moving with a small bounce in her step as she moved hot between them. I wiggled my hips, my shaft swaying between my thighs. "Jack your cock for me" he said, so I did. His phone woke him that morning. Katie then slid two fingers into her slick desi pussy. Bridge leaned forward and kissed Charles on his cheek.