My moans echo drawing attention to my car, but he doesn't let up. His slender fingers quickly find his way deep inside me curving up into me and thrus...ing harder than I have ever felt. His eyes keep diverting behind me as I get lost in the sensation I hear a voice tell me what a hot slut I am, which almost sends me over the edge as I realize our impromptu show has gathered a few spectators. They spur me on as my new friend furiously works on my clit, I can feel my juices running down my legs as. "So you see I'm not trying to steal him," Teresa said as she uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly giving him room to play. "The way things are going the two of you will probably be his wives in the future. I won't be. I'll be his slave, his plaything, his toy, but not his wife."Marlin grabbed her hair with his free hand and firmly turned his face towards him. "Is there anything that says a slave can't be a wife also? When we come to that point we ― I ― will make that decision." Yes,. Finally, as if she remembered that she had best answer my questions, she said: “Yes. All boys have. Boys are sick! You’re sick!”I laughed at that. My hand was now feeling her slender neck. After awhile, I asked: “Is your hymen still intact?” This time, after waiting fewer than ten seconds, I removed my hand from her neck and spanked her round ass with force.“Ouch!” she cried. “Answer me, you little cunt! Is your fucking hymen still in place?”“I…I…don’t know!” she cried.“Well, let’s. He was glad the table between them concealed the bulge in his pants. She ordered, skipping a starter and choosing spaghetti cacio e pepe. He said he would have the same, and then laughed when she told him he’d ordered spaghetti with sheep’s cheese. “I don’t eat a lot, so this will do me fine. But you can choose something else if you prefer.” He declined, and was glad he had done so. She seemed to know what she was doing, so who was he to try and be a pioneer. Indeed, he also.