I need to fuck you here, right now.” As I whispered, I easily slid a finger into you, feeling your body surrender. “I wonder how many other people...have been fucked in this alley? How much cum has dripped onto these stones?” As I whispered, I began kissing your neck and shoulder. I slid my hand into your dress, cupping your breast in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers. My other hand continued to caress your lips, which began to grow slightly hard. I released your breast and fumbled. Before her was an attractive girl, likely 19 like herself, with a slender form and wavy blond hair. But it was what she wore that was astonishing.Josephine wore only a white lace corset tight around her waist pushing up her breasts so that they were exposed; shear stockings; and arched red high heels. On her wrists and ankles were padded cuffs, and a leather collar on her neck. Her breasts, buttocks and sex were fully presented, even accentuated somewhat by the corset.Josephine turned to. As far as Lucinda was concerned, Peter had become unpleasant, grumpy, bad tempered, sex-obsessed and a bore.She knew that he increasingly thought of her as an over-privileged, workaholic, status-obsessed Daddy’s girl who was rapidly becoming frigid.The last problem wasn’t helped by the fact that Lucinda had lost interest in sex with him less than two years after their wedding. Even now she couldn’t be sure why; maybe the pain brought about by his extraordinarily large erection had played a part. I wanted his spunk so badly that I raised my head a little and sucked hard on the end of his knob, wanking his cock with my hand at the same time. I didn’t have to wait long. Seconds in fact. His spunk flooded into my mouth with the speed of a bullet. I felt him straighten against the pew and push his buttocks up into the air as much as he could. I swallowed the first jet of his cum down my throat and waited for the second. It too splashed inside my mouth and I once again swallowed. Every time.