" His voice breaks with this sentence. "You won't get fucked until you do." Please Master, please forgive me. It'll never happen again. Please Master?... I beg incoherently as he pushes me onto my back, him above me. He traces the head of his cock around my aroused cunt. "You're forgiven slut." He groans.I buck my hips eagerly against his cock, wanting him to fill me. "Please, please.." I beg helplessly before wrapping my legs around his waist.He pushes against my entrance as he bites my nipple. “Arriving at Molly’s Sex Shop on your right,” said the ominous voice of her GPS. She sighed as she pulled around to park in the back of the shop, hoping not to be seen.“Fuck yes, this is exciting don’t you think? Hurry up, Stephanie!” Her pussy exclaimed as she put her hand on the door handle.“Alright I’m going, just remember to keep quiet. I draw too much attention in this outfit as it is,” Stephanie scolded.She carefully peeked around her car and made sure no one was looking in her. Then, she lifted my head up off her and kissed me softly on the lips. Her hands then dropped as she began taking off her skirt to stand there in her panties. My heart, quite understandably, was beating and beating as fast as it could. Then, yes, she pulled her panties off and tossed them in the corner. "You are so beautiful, Carol, I can't believe you're letting me see you like this," I gasped as I drank in every curve, every contour standing there before me. "Well, I've told you that I like. I breath deeply, sinking further into my bed as my right hand begins to stroke my stomach. I play with my belly button, slowly working my hand along the toned centre of my stomach, flicking the bottom of my top. My thumb pushes further and further up with my little finger still circling my belly button, and my skin to begins to prickle as my breathing increases. Without conscious thought my left hand slips down my side and presses the crotch of my pink tartan pyjama bottoms into my glowing.