My garters are tight across my ass cheeks and I am breathing heavily. “Get your pussy ready for me sweetheart.” I start to finger myself, working ...wo then three fingers into my stretched pussy. I add some more olive oil from the bottle nearby. He puts his dick in front of me and I obediently kiss the tip. He rubs it back and forth on my lips until I am begging to suck it. Soon enough he is feeding me his cock and pumping it slowly in and out of my mouth. I am frantically fingering my ass and he. The other one couldn’t have been more than six inches long, if that, but the damn thing was fat as hell. Looked like a tuna can.“I told you we had to be going. I’ve got to get them back home. If we’re running too late their parents might think something happened to us and send the cops out looking. I appreciate your compliments on my cocksucking skills but we’ve really got to be hitting the road.”“I’ll be hitting that pussy before you hit the road Honey. If you weren’t using your mouth for. OK, that wasn't so bad I told myself. I still had a splitting headache though and I tried rubbing my temples, it did not ease the pain much. I need some aspirin. I put my feet on the floor and realized I could feel the carpet, my pantyhose! Where were my pantyhose! Shit! I felt much freer than I should have been also, the gaffe was not holding my clit in place! God Damn IT! I still had my panties on and... I didn't feel any other problems or painbelow my hips, like the night before with Brad.. " Camille tried to hold back her tears while she talked to him."What? I just gave you almost 30,000 for the year. What did you do with it?"Camille had spent most of her dad's money on club dresses and booze, the latter of which had been drunk by the guys who fucked her. She had spent some of it on heels and hair products also. She didn't care though, she had her dad wrapped around her finger and could get him to do almost anything she wanted."Don't worry about it dad. Can I just get the money?.