I wanted to make the come-hither motion, but the angle wasn’t quite right, and she was moving a lot. She was breathing heavily, and her wetness coat...d my face and her thighs. I could tell she was into it, but I wasn’t sure how close she was to cumming.“Not much time left.”It was like Cheryl had sensed my thoughts. I was getting worried. What if I couldn’t get Liz off? I was rock-hard, which wasn’t helping me to think clearly. Her grip on my fingers tightened, and I couldn’t help imagining it. “These bastards are sex tripping again , it would be over in a few hours ,don’t worry” Carol added. That’s when I knew that the girls are runaways from their sponsors and are staying in the country illegally. Their main income comes from prostitution and the money they earned they send to their families back home , both girls are former domestic helpers abused by their male employers then. I got to know all of these during our conversation inside the vehicle. After 5 minutes of driving ,the. That added a new element to my pleasure in jacking off in front of her, and as she began to get used to the idea, she seemed pretty turned on as I jacked off until I shot her with a big load of cum.Eventually I found myself in a situation where I didn't have anyone interested in watching me masturbate, so I posted a swinger ad to see if any women would respond. To my surprise, I got a response from one young woman who said she would love to watch me! We talked on the phone a couple of times and. .I'm not laughing at your predicament...." He said, grabbing her arm. "Here....come with me into the hallway, I'll show you what I'm laughing at.....now...look..." The two of them looked in the mirror and they both started laughing. "Oh I see...I'm sorry Rob....God, I look like a fly in a tent....heehee." She looked at the ridiculous reflection of her standing there, in a shirt that was so big she could nearly have fitted in the sleeve. Also...it was filthy. Their was mustard stains...grease.