Her well manicured finger of her free hand on the button....She raises her crossed leg placing the sole of her shoe in front of mylips. I gently and l...vingly kiss the part of her she has offered me: thefilthy sole of her shoe. I try not to imagine the places she's been orthe things she may have stepped in with these shoes. My handinstinctively rises to cradle her heel while my mind flashes images ofher walking filthy streets, going to the bathroom at work. The feel ofher stocking ankle against. The girls were hopelessly dolled up, one of them was even prancing around in a pair of heels with a handbag on her arm. The guys were almost as bad, supporting designer jeans and gelled hair. All except for four of them, who had dressed suitably in tracksuits and trainers. The four made their way over to our car as I got out and took my suitcase off my brother. Michael grabbed each of his friends into a hug as they approached him. ‘About time you got here, mate!’ the boy I knew as Josh roared. Then she said, "Coaching You, instructing you, my hand pushing your headdeeper." And as she said all this I felt her hand doing it, "telling youto take it deeper, but not yet, to be a good cocksucker you can't be tooeager, can't jump on that dick and just start hammering it in your mouthjust deep throating it. You have to take it nice and slow and sensual.Take in the tip into your mouth, just the tip, and work it in your mouth,swirl your tongue around it, that's it. Hold it gently in your. I could feel every inch of him as he was now moving back and forth.with each thrust he seemed to go deeper.my arse was now his property ,it belonged to him and he was going to use it until he was done and i was dripping.then all of a sudden he stopped ,pulled his cock out of me,and with a stern voice said dont move.he got off the bed,went to the wardrobe and got something then climbed back on the bed behind me.with in a second he was back inside me and was rinding me hard.i could hear a camera.