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"Oh, honey, you're early. Was there not enough work tonight?" asked the gorgeous strawberry blonde girl. She was wearing an apron over the top of a short summer dress. Work? Laura remembered she had told Erica that she was working at the clinic. She also remembered what Royce had said about controlling Erica. She looked at her lover, with the kitchen light shining through her hair, and she remembered how much she loved this girl, and how lucky she was to have her. And then her pussy twitched, and she remembered how much she wanted to fuck her, as well. "I'm going to fuck you," said Laura, in a throaty, sexy voice that wasn't like her at all. She walked towards Erica and grabbed Erica's shoulders, pushing Erica down towards the floor. "The dinner's on," protested Erica. "I need to watch it." Laura let go of Erica, walked over to the stove, and turned off all the burners. Satisfied that nothing would catch on fire, she walked back to Erica, lifted her skirt, reached into Erica's panties, and cruelly pinched Erica's clitoris. Erica shrieked and fell against Laura, trying to pull her pussy away from Laura's hand. "When I say I'm going to fuck you, you get on your knees, because you love me, do you understand?" whispered Laura. "What?" squealed Erica. Laura pinched her clitoris again, producing another squeal. "When I say I'm going to fuck you, you get on your knees," repeated Laura. "What do you do when I say I'm going to fuck you?" She prodded at Erica's clit again for emphasis. "I get on my knees," gasped Erica, clearly on the edge of tears. She was shocked at Laura's sudden violence and didn't know what was going on. "Good girl," said Laura. She released Erica's clit, and looked at Erica expectantly. Slowly, the girl sank to her knees, her face level with Laura's cunt. Laura raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and guided Erica's mouth to her swollen, moisty twat. She gasped happily as Erica began to obediently lick at her. "I don't think you're grateful enough to me," said Laura as Erica lapped at her fuckhole. "You were a submissive little indian whore in school. You didn't even have the guts to come out and confess you were a lesbian. I had to seduce you before you even admitted how much you like cunt." She pulled Erica's face tighter against her cunny. "If it weren't for me, I bet you have ended up letting some boy fuck you. Instead of having a career and a lovely house and a girlfriend, you'd be some boy's little fuckbitch, down on all fours every night getting cum in your pussy." Laura felt Erica start to shake, and she realized Erica was crying. The licking hadn't stopped, but Laura started to feel guilty, and she would have pulled away and apologized to Erica if, at that moment, she hadn't felt the most wonderful feeling - Erica's hot, salty tears against Laura's inner thigh. Erica was literally crying into Laura's cunt, and it was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced. I put a short and t shirt on me and moved to the kitchen. Her flesh had been bathed and oiled; her hair was pinned up and dressed with white blossoms. She pulled me up to her and we kissed for the longest time, and I know she could taste her own cum in my mouth. The moved towards me from opposite sides of the hotel bed, their tits jiggling. “See these numbers going into your account.” He couldn’t tell at first what she took out but it didn’t take him long to figure out she had a flashlight. But I've come to terms with those downsides now. “I’m sorry, what? They were too young to see the things that went on in here. 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