After-School Gay Special Part Gayfetish Two

     "We're gayfetish going to the bathroom to take gay a shower," Heather replied curtly. "Now get my bag and come gay on gayfetish." The dark, statuesque girl strode confidently out of the room while Brittany snatched up an overnight gay bag from the pile by the door gay and hurried to catch gay up.
     Sylvia's brow furrowed gay as she gay thought about what was going on , but just then one gay of the male stars gayfetish appeared onscreen gay, and Sylvia gay found her eyes drawn gay immediately to his crotch fetish. It struck her as odd that she was reacting gay so strongly -- hell, this gay was actually the scrawniest, geekiest character on the show -- but gayfetish her curiosity gay was pushed away gay as she gay felt gayfetish her pussy beginning to gay warm up.
     Sylvia stood image transfixed in the gay doorway, unnoticed by the two gay girls. Heather's brown hands rested on Brittany's white shoulders as the taller girl murmured to her image lover in gay a voice just loud enough for gayfetish Sylvia to hear. "That gay's it... eat your mistress's pussy like a image good image little bitch gay..." Heather moved image her gay hands to Brittany's head gay, lifting it away from her image crotch for a moment. "Does my little slut want her mistress to fuck her?"
     It was the two girls gayfetish in the room that captured Sylvia's attention, however gay. Audrey was leaning her back against gay one of gay the bedposts gay, her generous curves barely hidden by the skimpy Indian-brave gay outfit she wore. Katrina stood in front of her, still dressed gayfetish in the cowgirl outfit, wrapping a thick rope around the brunette girl's slim torso. Audrey's hands were already tied behind the bedpost. Neither girl appeared gayfetish to gay notice Sylvia standing in the doorway.
     "Um.... I... um gay... the TV... stopped working..." the blonde teenager gasped, trying to keep her breathing under control. She didn't gay really care about the damn TV anymore. She just wanted to gay put on a show. She wanted to be gay on camera, with Alex watching her gayfetish.
     "Y-yes, mistress," Brittany stammered. Sylvia watched as she hurried out of the shower again, clearly trembling. She gay replaced gay the black gayfetish shaft in the bag before pulling out an even larger phallus, its gay black plastic surface rapidly moistening from the steam in the room. The buckles on its gay straps tinkled merrily as fetish the excited blonde jumped back into the shower and closed the door behind her.
     "Very good gay, bitch" came gay Heather's image approving voice. "Now put it on me."
     "I m-mean, f-fuck my slutty gayfetish little pussy image, mistress. Fuck my whorish cunt."
     Sylvia heard a loud grunt coming from the shower. A moment later, one side of Brittany's face was pressed forcefully against the glass door. Her cheek, forehead gay, and part of her red lips appeared where they made contact with the steamy glass. Below her face, two large breasts appeared as giant gay pink gay pancakes, each gayfetish with areola and gay nipple visible in the middle. The blonde shrieked in passion as gayfetish she gay was mashed against the shower door.
     Trembling with lust, Sylvia ran into gay the den, lit only by gay the glow of gay the television. She tumbled fetish down onto the gay thick gay fur gay rug , curling gayfetish her knees up to her chest, staring gay into the gay warm glow of the blue screen gay, waiting for the gay show to start. The show was very important.
     She wondered if maybe she ought gay to gay be gayfetish worried that Katrina's mother was walking gay in gay on their orgy. None of the other girls seemed to gayfetish care gay, though, and she didn't gay feel like image leaving the comforts of Maria gayfetish's lap and Kim's tongue. Besides, she was gay in the middle of performing gay in gayfetish a gayfetish hot, sexy scene gay for Alex. She glanced gay over at image Brittany, who was holding the camera trained on the three girls on gay the floor gay. Heather was supervising Brittany gay quite strictly.
     Tiffany smiled at that. "Why gayfetish thank you, Donna. Say, this outfit is getting itchy. Why don't you come back to my room and help me out of it while I tell you all gay about being a stripper gay?"
     Tiffany gave Katrina gay a scolding look. "Yes, and while you've been gay having your party gay, I've been out shaking my ass to earn money for this family. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get out of this outfit and relax a bit. Come on, Donna," she said, turning and walking down gay the gayfetish hall, the naked Italian girl hurrying after her.
     It would feel like home.