To have a mental image of her, look up Anllela Sagra. She looks exactly like her. Brittany sees me, smiles and says, “Hola James. Como estas?” ... reply, “I am good. How are you today, Brittany?” She looks at me sternly, wags her finger and snapped, “No, No, No James… en espanol.” I grin and respond “Lo siento…Soy bueno. ¿Como estas hoy, Brittany?” She looked at me with pride “Muy bien James, muy bien.” Brittany was about to say something else in Spanish and this time I wagged my finger. Some one took my left hand and put it on his already hard cock.I felt another hand sliding up my skirt to my hairy pussy.I forgot to mention that I was not wearing a bra or panties.A finger started probing my increasing wet pussy.I spread my legs so he could get deeper.I said "are you guys having fun?" All I heard was a lot of mumbling.A finger was deep my cunt and my cunt was getting wetter as he hit my g spot several times.The guy I was blowing said he was going to cum and I stopped long. “That’s enough!” you say, pulling yourself away. Then you add that I’m the best cock-sucker you’ve ever had because my mouth is small yet I still manage to take you into my throat. It doesn’t feel like a compliment. “Are you ready?” you add and I’m not sure I am. “Go and get on all fours and I’ll tell you when ‘I’m’ ready” you tell me and I don’t question why you might not be ready right now. So here I am, on all fours, my flimsy dress hitched up over my hips and my lacy white knickers. And he snaps-to, I mean it was like a like a drill sergeant had barked at him. So if I had any doubts, he basically convinced me with that. He's so terrified of me, I mean diary, you should have seen how his eyes went all wide, but he wouldn't look at me, he just gazed down at the carpet like a retard. I actually creamed my jeans a little bit. I mean it was as if he took me aside and straight up told me 'listen Rebecca, you can pretty much do whatever the fuck you want to me and I ain't gonna.