Whenever we could during the day, we would meet up and ‘entertain’ each other, telling naughty stories about boyfriends and girlfriends, turning e...ch other on. Later on, we met up before hockey and found a quiet corner of the changing room and began to raise the stakes. Making sure the coast was clear, we rubbed each other through our panties, whispering to each other. We were both really turned on and consequently our undies were becoming decidedly moist. I lifted my skirt up and flashed. I like what I have and Master doestoo."Well, you're gonna moan like a whore?" Marco begins with a smile, as hereaches up and paws my little boobies, nipples hardening at his touch.I can't help but close my eyes a second and whimper, as he pinches my erectnipples, knowing this is a prelude of what it is yet to come?'I'll be good,' I remind myself, as Marco's hand travels up my nylon-cladinner left thigh; then reaching my trembling warm flesh at the stocking-topand finally the end of the. Their instructions are always the same - do as I say, or get out.Some of them walk out with the intention of never returning, but most of them don't, and the ones that do - always reappear eventually. I suppose they are intrigued by the prospect of beating me before furiously stabbing their manhood inside my body and it brings them crawling back with acceptence of what I want to be done. Even if it sickens them to do some of the acts that I wish.Sometimes I get curious to know what makes them. Besides, I am an engaged woman.We had finally reached the twenty seventh floor and the door opened. Itore loose from the three pairs of groping hands and rushed through thedoor. My high heels made clicking sounds on the marble floors as I putsome distance between the elevator and myself. One of the men calledafter me, "Hey, Baby! Don't just cum and run! We got you off, what aboutus?"I stopped, tugged the hem of my dress down over my bared thighs above mystockings and turned around. The horny.
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