..amazing. And he was rough....her ass god slaps, he fucked her hard....and, I joined again. She on her back, I remember licking her, tasting the rubb...r (thought it would have been better without rubber), he held her feet back and wide open for me.....and then I heard him, yelling "Jesus holy Christ"....I looked up, and saw he was sitting over her face....then I knew....she did lick his ass.....it was easy to see that he was shocked, and enjoyed it a lot.....then a lot of things I do not. It was like I was more Dom than she and she silently bowed to that. It took a lot of effort on my part to make sure she continued to think that way. The real problem was, I didn’t like the idea of being anyone’s Dom. I believed in a balance. In a way, I thought of myself as a step down from Cassandra in my way of thinking and yet a step above Katrina. I was trying to pull Cassandra down to my level while simultaneously pulling Katrina up. While the dispute between me and Cassandra had its. My eyes roll back into my head as she slips beneath the fabric and wraps her hand around my throbbing dick. I have to bite my lip to stop a moan escaping. I lean my head against the headrest and take a look around to see if anybody has detected me yet. No, I’m safe for now. I see that a curvy blonde is reading a book on the seat to the right. I watch her lick her finger to turn the page in her book and wish I could lick her. I suddenly scream out in shock as the petite girl next to me takes my. She heard Mr. Johnson say, “She's such a good slut. My sweet little slut.”Patricia let her orgasm sweep over her. So good - she was Mr. Johnson's good slut. She remembered being rolled onto her back. She remembered spreading her legs. She remembered welcoming cocks into her pussy and her mouth. She didn't remember, hadn't the faintest idea, how many. She simply let the men use her as much as they cared to, matching her rhythm to her partner's, squeezing her PC to caress his cock,.