C was sitting there with her wicked grin as I looked over, her tongue rubbing around the edge of her lips. I looked to K and saw that she was recordi...g me, making a video on her cellphone. I gasped. The humiliation had pushed me over the edge and I came, shooting my load all over my face, a rather large gob shooting into my throat as another nailed my on the lips, running onto my tongue. It was not the best taste in the world, let me tell you. C almost looked demonic as she told me to. Arse and Knickers is a real turn-on and still does the trick for us. This is how it goes" It starts with a blank screen and then the words The White Ones, suggesting a series in different coloured knickers, though none ever appeared. Still, white silk was good. Next we see a woman of about fifty, attractive enough but not stunning. Is this his wife? A next-door neighbour? His boss's wife even? No way of knowing. Who is operating the camera? No way to know that, either. There is sound but very. Then it was over. And there would be no sweet afterglow cuddling. Or even the clichéd cigarette.Sir Cougar pulled out of his still twitching rectum roughly and quickly left the cell, just like that, without saying a word. Jane/Joe just laid there, his legs still against his chest, breathing hard and covered in his own cum. His overworked hand still holding his still hard cock-ringed dick.His eyes were closed and he looked, well, completely euphoric. As any woman would whose husband had. The last bus back to her city would leave in half an hour. Not knowing where her mind was, I suggested that she stay the night. To my surprise she accepted.The whole thing made me really horny. I had been sleeping around with a bunch of different bar-skanks. But I hadn’t been with a woman of class for a while. With an IQ over 150, Megan seemed untouchable. But there she was, sitting on my couch… touchable, being touched. It all seemed surreal, after a bit of heavy petting we agreed,.