"Like this 'thing', gagh! I'll never get this right!" Look, stop fighting with it and just... , here... , oh would you just hold still!" Erin said as ...egan finally came to rest, though her hands still plucked at the sash at her waist. "Look it's on all wrong, so we might as well take the whole thing off and start over. Brun got one thing right. You look like a sack of potatoes the way you're wearing it now." Erin, you know I'm not one of those girly-girls!" Megan said as Erin tried to extract. She liked the thought of meeting all the people she dealt with and putting faces with the names and voices. The two other ladies going with her had been before and told her it was a great time. Gail couldn't wait to get home and tell her husband. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself about his 40 year old wife talking about it with the excitement of a c***d before Christmas. Two weeks later she anxiously kissed him goodbye as she left for work,suitcase in hand,and not to be back for 3 days.. YOU WILL NOT PLEASURE YOURSELF IF WHAT HAPPENS IN OUR BED TOMMORROW NIGHT TURNS YOU ON! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Yes Brock, I understand. Please make your slut come. Please, you're right; the last few months have been the most exciting and sexually fulfilling for me since my teens. I am a slut and have always been one, I just wasn't admitting it. I'll do anything you want, watch you do anything you want, and never complain; I swear. I love you. Now pound me and make me come."I began to really slam. ?Mmm.? She muttered, writing a number down on his chart. Then she turned back to him. He was gasping with desire. His glistening, semi hard cock swaying ridiculously in the air. ?Well?? she pondered. ?I bet you would like to have an experienced, older, sexy girl like me empty those balls for you huh? I am kind of in the mood to do something slutty this morning. Like get down on my knees and pump a 15 year old’s cock till they squirt a load in my open mouth. Think that lucky.