“Oh shit you fucking whore, do you want my cum on your face or in your cunt”?She shook her head and began to beg me. “Please don't cum in my pu...sy, please do it on my face”.I smiled at her cruelly and began to fire a massive load deep into her pussy as she began to sob louder and louder.I left her laying there as I went off in search of food. I returned and sat watching the tears running down her face as she sobbed. I moved over and knelt by her head, gripping her hair I looked at her tear. The bobbing of her head was accentuated by the expression of delight in her eyes as she looked up at me. I held her hair out of the way so that I could gaze into her captivating eyes as I breathed a bit heavily, foreign sounds still occasionally passing between my parted lips. She looked so obscene with my anatomy disappearing between her lips, yet I could not get enough of this vision, and I wished that I had a camera to take a picture of her, her mouth filled with me, her eyes practically. She started it again and to my horror, we did not head for home but continued on. Within a mile we had pulled into a sporting good’s store parking lot. The name of the store could also be used as a nickname for a man’s penis and Marsha laughed at the irony. Again we got out and I was relieved that she did not clip on the leash. We wandered in and went to the men’s wear section. I could feel the eyes of many teen age boys glued to me and I blushed from embarrassment. We went to the underarmor. You just keep staring at me, which began to make my pussy tingle and my nipples start to harden. I love it when you look at me like that. I decide to tease you a little and run my free hand from my neck, over my breasts down my stomach and over my hips. Your eyes follow every movement of my hand and fingers. “You like?” I ask my voice a breathy whisper. You can’t reply which surprises me and instead you nod. I smile at you and make a "come hither" motion with my fingers. Confidently, you walk.