She was in lots of magazines as well and She made me cum in my pants, parked up looking at Her pics minutes after buying the mag. There was one mag th...t was dedicated to Her – ‘Maria Whittaker, The Naked Truth’ – full of pics of the bosomy Goddess. It took me NINE goes to get through it, cause as soon as She’s made me spunk my pants I put the mag down and pick it up from there next time. After pants-spunking just looking at Her photos, I go back to the mags in my wank room and spray the pics. I walk to the bar and I can feel the eyes of every man following the movements of my ass as it threatens to pop clear of my dress. "Two beers please" I tell the bartender. "That's $12.85" he says as he passes them to me.I smile sheepishly. "I'm sorry I haven't got any money; my master says I must find some other way to pay..." I try to make a suggestive look.He looks me up and down contemptuously. "You think I'll give you the beers if you show me your cunt or something... is that it, slut?" I. Again, she pulled away.“No!” He wiped the sweat bejewelling his brow and moistened his lips. His chest rose and fell rapidly; his cock strained against the nylon. “Please…”Ignoring him, she plucked up her wine glass. The warming liquid trickled down her throat while she studied his pained expression. Or was it pleasure? His gaze found hers but he didn’t smile. He continued moving his hips to the rhythmic beat of needy lust. Taking pity, she gulped her wine then gently stroked his thighs and. My husband came back and sat down beside the table and caressed my shaking body, oooh it felt great my husbands gentle hands caressing my body and Ali's big cock deep inside me.Shortly after I got a big orgasm, my pussy was milking Ali's cock in orgasmic convulsions that was too much for Ali; again he filled my belly with his seed.2:20 PM:After that we had a game of cards, my pussy needed a short break.The winner must decide how the next event should happen. Shortly, I won and wanted them BOTH.