He sighed and stared down at his hands. He did have nice hands, capable of playing piano virtuosos as well strangling the life out of his victims. He ...racked his knuckles, warmed up his fingers as if he were getting ready to play one of the greats, Mozart or Chopin. Yes, he did have nice hands. He started the car, pulling out onto the road carefully. He didn’t want to leave too deep of tire marks, someone might stop and check, maybe find something in his trail that he had missed. He didn’t want. .. if you’ll let me fill your pussy with cum.”“YES – OH HELL YES! My pussy belongs to you now. Alex and I share pussies, but my pussy will never know another cock as long as I have you to fuck me.”“Rachel loves pussy too - and so does Mom.”“OH DAMN, GUY! Kiss me and mash my titties against your chest. I have never held a man in my life and you make me want to fuck you when you hold me naked like this.”I knew she would probably go berserk when I gave her my tongue, but I had to show her what. I was so humiliated which only made my pussy wetter. I had to cum. "Do you wanna cum slave?" Mistress whispered in my ear as she stroked my thigh. Her warm breath on my neck had me squirming. "Desperately Mistress!" I said. "Do you want your vanilla husband to make you cum. Or do you want to come home with me." I was going to say my husband but the words stopped just before they left my mouth. My husband was a wonderful lover but no one had ever made me horny like Mistress. I felt guilty for. As I wait for my fingers and toes to dry I start to think about my outfit with this colour varnish, it's got to be one of Debbie's slut outfits. I think Debbie knows about my little secret after all it was her who got me started, from an early age she dressed me in mums clothes, 'dressing up' we would call it and I always wanted to play. We have not done that since I was about 10 but I still play by myself but now it was more than a game.I snap out of my dream and start to look through her make.