He yanks them up roughly so that they slip between my pussy lips and he pulls them tight. "Don't you dare cum my little whore!" he demands as he pull... my panties tighter into my pussy lips. Being the little slut I am I can't stop myself moving my hips so that my slit rubs against the panties, like I'm trying to fuck my panties and cum. I know that my Master loves how desperate I must look right now but I have to hold off cumming until I'm told. He coasts the car over into the next lay-by and. He looked down at me and asked, "Are you ready for what comes next?" All I could do was moan, this let him know that he was free to move at his own pace now. With one stroke, he pushed himself all the way into my pussy, his balls slapping me as he hit me deep. It was so intense, I came, squirting all over his cock.We began to move with each other, our bodies, our breathing, everything was in sync. I looked up at him and he could tell another orgasm was building inside of me, and he pulled out.. To the right was another yard, hidden by an eight-foot high brick wall dividing it from her yard and holding back a heap of clutter left to decay in a rat-infested heap of old tat, since old Leroy her neighbour and shopkeeper passed away. To the left of her yard a two -floor windowless store room, behind the off licence, all of which closed the yard in, so it was very secluded after shop hours and she had been filmed out there, numerous times in years past… secured to four strategically placed. She lost her child in the accident. She was clearly at fault and I imagine the law will deal with her on that. You're wondering if I'm going to sue? No. Her insurance company will cover my material losses. I lost Angie and they can't replace her. Money would remind me of what I lost and I'm sure it would remind me of the mother and father who lost their baby."It is odd. I always wanted a family and kids. I've had two wives and both are gone. It looks as if it isn't in the cards for me. I'm soon.