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Then she went into the kitchen with Daddy and brought out this big ice-cream cake. It looked wonderful, Diary. Mum told me that seeing as I was the birthday girl I had to get undressed and to lie down on the table, then Mum and Dad spread the ice-cream cake all over my body. Golly Diary, by the time they were finished I was totally covered in it and it was so cold that my nipples stood up really high, but fortunately no one was bothered by it. Everyone was invited to have a piece of cake, but they weren't allowed to use their hands. They had to eat it straight off my body. It took a while, but eventually every last piece of cake was eaten. A lot of cake must have slipped down between my legs because heaps of people spent a lot of time down there, especially Connie.After all that everyone went home while Mum, Dad, and I had a shower together to get all the stickiness off my body. I have the best parents, because they weren't satisfied until they had personally cleaned every last nook. However, Abdul would swing the whip right up high and bring it slashing down on her bare, vulnerable buttocks so hard that she would jerk in shock, her legs snapping apart involuntarily. As her feet kicked helplessly in the air, Karim would take his chance, being very fast to lunge the prod up between her legs onto her soft vulva; or insinuate it evilly between her bum cheeks, to seek out her asshole!"NOOOOooooAAAAAAAGH! AaaaaaaYYYYIIEEEEEEE!", She would scream!I had to keep a sense of proportion, and remember that she actually looked back on it all with affection now, but believe me, it's difficult to describe the feelings of horror yet strange masochistic arousal I got, from seeing my Mum sexually tortured on a porno film!The camera was switching between shots of her jerking and convulsing in mid-air, kicking her legs out helplessly as the thugs laughed and tormented her, and close-ups of her from the waist up, showing her face, her mouth grimacing in pain and her eyes wide in fear.
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She looked uncertain.“Don’t leave,” panted Bob. “It’s okay, now.”The girl bent over, resting the weight of her upper torso on stiff arms as her hands gripped her knees. Her hair hung down almost to the floor.“Wow!” she said. Her head lifted and she shook her hair to expose her face. “That was intense.”“Yeah,” sighed Bob. His hand was still wrapped around his shrinking cock.“If just watching you do that made me feel like this, I’d faint dead away if a boy touched me.”“You wouldn’t faint,” said Bob.“I think I would.”“Come here,” said Bob. “Touch me.”She stared at him.“Come on. It won’t kill you. Touch my knee.”“Just your knee?”“Of course, just my knee.”He was surprised she did it. Her left hand reached, parting her long hair, and her fingers rested lightly on his kneecap.“There,” he said. “You’ve touched a man while you felt the way you do.”“Thank you,” she said.“For what?”“For everything,” she said. “I’d better go check on Alex. I think she’s kind of freaked out.”“Okay,” he said..

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