”“Ms. Brendan...” Donna was perplexed by her statement.“Shhh, be quiet and think about it. If you sign you are a call girl, no excuses. It was...your husband, it was a kinky game we played, but the cold fact is still: you sign, and you are a whore. And you are free to not sign these papers, although it will have its dire consequences.”Donna still wanted to ask something, but Ms. Brendan placed her finger on her lips, indicating she should be silent.The two women sat beside each other silently. She was wearing white lacy lingerie with thigh high white stockings. She looked amazing. She went directly over to her bf and got on her knees in front of him. She pulled down his boxers and began giving him a blow job. After a few minutes, he said, "time to switch". She immediately put his cock down and came over to me. She pulled off my underwear and started going to work on my already hard cock. She was a skilled cock sucker. I was surprised that she had no problems with my cock. She was a. The Driver starts above the knees and cuts around the jeans and then up the outside. The Driver then pulls the top piece of her jeans to the side exposing her panties for all to see. Sandra’s pussy is now only a moment away from being exposed and the Driver sees the blonde curls of her pubic hair peeking thru the fabric. He runs his hands over her pubic mound and slides his fingers under the sheer lace fabric. With a quick yank, Sandra’s pussy is exposed and in full view of her children’s eyes.. ‘Arrrgh, god Cheryl!’ I pull on my restraining tie wanting to touch her face and tug on her hair. It’s been so long since my wife has taken me this way, way before I left for work; it makes me feel that pressurised build up already. ‘Untie me Cheryl; I don’t want to come yet’. She glances up at me and slowly slips my throbbing erection out of her mouth. That red lipstick of hers, staining her imprinted kiss on my pubic bone. She carries on holding my stare as she stands up to straddle me. ‘I.