"That feels ... soooo ... GOOD! What are you doing to me?!"He chuckled at that and sat up above her a little bit. He looked down at the squirming teen...ge bombshell below him. Damn, she's so sexy and HOT! And those big wobbly tits taste as good as they look. The smell of aroused pussy filled the room, so he figured he was doing pretty well. He scooted up a bit and answered her with an intense kiss.He slid down her body, kissing, caressing, and licking his way down to her belly button. Each touch. ‘ Come on let me make you happy now,’ I said. I went onto his cock with my lips and sucked him. His Dick was a fatty one and bent. Within seconds he blasted a huge jet of tumbling jizm over my face, some flying over me? The rest dripped onto my nightie from his bell end as he stood in a fog of pleasure.The nightie went see through where it was wet with his cream. He groaned as he fired and held my head saying. ‘Fuck Lady I never shot off so much, not even when I was filling the Mrs for k**s!!!’. He also made a strong effort to run a clean camp, no drugs, no drunks. And kept his customers in line. He also had a reputation of being able to get people where they wanted and in range of what they wanted. If they couldn’t close the deal, that was their tough luck. And he had a hotshot lawyer that backed him up with unhappy yuppies.John wasn’t a big guy, physically. He only stood about 5’9 and weighed in at around 130. He also wasn’t what you would call strong. What he did have was endurance.. I wasglad that it was closing time or I might have owned every style in thestore. Once I was back in the car Miss Rachel had me tell all aboutshopping for panties. The main thing she wanted to know was had I toldthe clerk that the panties were for me."Did the Mademoiselle Jacqueline ask you who you were shopping for?" Yes Miss Rachel." Did you tell her that they were for you?" Yes Miss Rachel, I told her that I was my wife's panty slave and thatthe panties were for me." Is that all?'"No, when.