I told her I wanted her to get a pair of thigh highs, and then a skirt short enough that they would show the tops when she was standing. I shopped wit... her long enough to get her a small white top. It had spagetti straps, and enclased her breasts tightly. A young sales girl soon joined us.I told Marcy to try the top on so I could see it.She just looked at me and asked "Without the bra?"I nodded.She soon had it on, without the bra. It was thin enough that if you were sitting close enough, you. ”Suddenly his hand came down my hot love hole. I closed my eyes and froze from the pain. “Whose pussy is that?” he questioned.”It’s yours.” I replied weakly. “It’s your pussy.” You’re Goddamned right it is.” he said as he stepped in behind me and aimed his cock at me dripping pussy. He slid the head in and rammed the whole thing home.I threw back me head and screeched as he drove his dick into me. He slowly drew his cock out and thrust it back into me, eliciting furtme sounds of ecstasy from. As I had suspected, she had some training.I pulled the T-shirt tight against her throat. Her face started to turn red. I tightened it some more. She began to sob but otherwise didn’t move.I stopped, and she inhaled several raspy breaths of air. She was almost ready. I unraveled the T-shirt and commanded, “Jenny, pull down your shorts.”She immediately unbuckled her braided leather belt and skinned her shorts and thong down to her knees. The lips of her shaved cunt looked puffy. The rate of her. His swift motions saw him flip the pair so to leave her back against the damp sand whilst he allowed each arm to act as pillar above her; supporting him and granting him a perfect image of her divine beauty. Each slowly lowered him to allow his lips to connect with the pale surface of her neck, latching on to lock them together before a mere release saw them apart again. The process repeated itself across her supple flesh before eventually it was only his tongue entry skating across her skin..