I then asked myself that ii have fucked so many prostitutes why not lets try with rittu and make her my prostitute tonight.I would rather think that I...am fucking a whore tonight rather than my wife.I then asked rittu to to get out. the car and wait for me on the pavement with a cigarette in her hand.Rittu got off the car and I explained her that I would come toward her on my car and I would ask her the rates and then she would step in my car.Rittu did as I told her and she started smoking on. She sat down in the tub in front of me and said, ‘Stick your head under the water and eat my pussy slave!’ I stuck my head down between her legs and started lapping away. When I came up for a breath, she would count to three and then push my head back into her crotch.When she tired of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to dry off with. ‘I know you love to wear that G-string.’. Her pussy was peeking between her legs, giving me a heavenly view of it. She looked over her shoulder at me with a seductive smile on her face as she started to pour maple syrup over the stacks of pancakes which were on the counter. “You do like maple syrup don’t you darling?” she asked. “I... I do," I answered as I was mesmerised by her body. “Good,” she said sharply as she turned back to me. She leaned back on the counter, tilting her head upwards as she raised the bottle of maple syrup. I. A head with long dark hair was bobbing up and down between two milky white thighs that seemed to shine in the darkness, reflecting the bright moonlight. I took Shelly's hand and squeezed it. "I see it," Shelly said in a low voice. We got back in our car and handed the guys their hot dogs. They were talking about sports and didn't even think to thank us. We sat there with our arms folded and pussies throbbing while they fed their face and yaked about different sports players. The longer.