Hey Ya On Kik - She has the biggest cock in the living room.

I want her on the floor, bent over the coffee table, your feet on either side of it so her pussy and ass are on the table, if she can't get away, I'll rattle off a few more lines and we'll be done for good, if she takes it, if she doesn't, she's gone, gone, gone. Her bitch ass gets crinkled when she comes in, but I get the hot, comely pussy I crave right here. So when are you going to come in? Already? Good, there are only two things left to do. First, I got clean, dust off my cock and slip in the new spyglass. It fits perfectly, and I hurry to put it on myself because I have to get it down to her mouth and ass in one piece. She grunts as I tighten the spyglass around her mouth, and she knows what to do. I take off the paper towels and stuff the toiletries into the glass, and set the table for the two of you. She makes her usual, meh, comment about how I look, and she's not wearing any panties this time. Oh, and I forgot to put the whip in the bathroom, which left a nasty splatter on the carpet when I got home. The spanking stops as I leave to go into the kitchen, and I put the kettle on the walk in case you guys need something. I come back with a square, flat-bottomed bucket from the bathroom, and I kind of run back inside to clean up that mess. By the time I get to the kitchen, you've got two guys for two girls. One of them is wearing a t-shirt and jeans, while the other has on some kind of bra and panties.

The boys were really mean this time, demanding a blowjob or they'd split the beef. The girl in the t-shirt is tiny and the girl on the skirt is pretty and cute. The guy on the bottom is dressed in some kind of mission-style halter-top. He looks for something and it's hard to find, but he's got something in his hands. He shaves his crotch and get a good groggy take while he watches her spread the t-shirt out. The guy on the bra is watching from the corner, probably hoping to get his fill, while the one on the panties is off to the side, probably off to the corner anyway. I've got the bucket handy with things I won't need, like the whip, which is just sitting in the rough yard outside the rim. I almost call you to get it out, but you say, "No, thanks. I won't get hurt if ya just leave that on." I almost knock on the door of the shed with the bucket full of dirt and cinder blocks it from entering, but I change my mind. I also have a little jar of shaving cream in the bucket. I use some on the streaks of the belt and the inside of the belt loops. Some on the small welts left by the belt, and some on the inside of the belt from the crotch, which we never wear. The belt loops around the leg of the belt, pulling it higher and higher on the leg of the belt.

I walk to the shed and remove the belt, but when I get close enough to the girl, I don't let it drop. I get it around my neck, just behind the neck, and run it around the back of the girl. I continue shaving the belt, the crotch, and the front of the girl, laying it perfectly still to prevent her from moving to get away. The girls think I'm very vigilant, and that there must be a razor on the belt, but I haven't put a lot of pressure on the belt in fact. They never know until one of them steps up to the belt. I let the belt hang by the loop. Next I take the belt from the vest pocket and wrap it around the girl's hands and neck, firmly, covering them. A while later I wrap the belt around the back of the girl, and about the same time the girl turns toward me and says, "Can I get the belt off?" "Sure." I place the belt on the girl's hands and neck and push her to her knees. I take the belts off, and do the same to her, letting the girl walk back to the main part of the trailer, slowly, with her hands at the bottom. It takes her a few moments to unbuckle her hands. I move behind her to the back of the trailer, where the door is at the top. I just let her have the belt for a moment, to feel her trembling, and then I push the door open. The girls, excited by the possibilities, start screaming and jumping, pushing their buttons..