I’m sorry.”He grinned and asked, “Did you miss me, Denise? Did you miss sucking my cock? Have you been thinking about me all the time the way I�...�ve been thinking about you?”FUCK YES! You’re all I’ve thought about!But I can’t tell him that. Instead I struggled to say, “Cory, we can’t do this.”I was about to tell him to leave and never come back when I realized that he had my blouse off and is unfastening the catch on my bra. I’m wearing a bra with a front closure. His fingers struggled with it. ” Strong hands lifted her off the machine, and while in mid-air, she could feel how her pants slid down her legs. Why could she not just say no? They placed her on a large wooden crate. She was on her back, and she held her arms above her head. All her clothes were a mess, some around her ankles, the rest around her hands, she would fall, if she tried to escape. They could not see (she hoped), how she held on to her shirts, pretending that she was tied. There were 2 tongues licking, kissing her. Because the knit top was tight fitting compared to all ofthe bulky sweaters in my closet, it would not hide the fact that Iwasn't "endowed." Skilled shoppers that they were, Katie and Kelly soonhad selected a couple of bra and panty sets as well as a couple ofslips and of course several pairs of stockings. "For now we'll just gowith thigh highs. We can deal with garter belts when the situationcalls for it," said Kelly with a wink.The next stop was at a small jewelry store. They told me to go. After a couple of minutes, glorious minutes of this dick fucking my cunt like that, the guy started talking about coming in me, how he was almost there, and, God, how he was gonna unload in this little bitch, and if I thought it was good before, it got even better and I remember my body was almost straight out from his, my head sort of pointing toward the ground and he had a good grip on my ass and was fucking me hard and deep over and over again, like he was fucking me into the ground or.