I paid the rickshaw and we crossed the road to the opposite side of the highway. There were a few people waiting near a small shack that worked as a s...all store and restaurant.A few ladies were sitting on a bench and waiting with luggage while few men also waited there. This was a highway bus stop where buses were coming to pick up passengers onwards. It was 7:45 PM and we waited there. Mom again asked my permission to speak.I again asked her to open her mouth wide. She looked around and found. Guys were coming and going and they knew what was going on because I screamed bloody murder when I came hard onto John's cock. He pulled out and I knew the drill: I dropped to my knees and took his load into my mouth and he bucked and his back banged into the wall, shooting his cum straight down my throat. He pulled me up and said, "Okay, I think you're ready for tomorrow."Saturday was uneventful until about 9 pm when we left to go to The Standard. John had me wear a little white tank top,. Suzanne and the Pile Driver must have been seasoned performers for they seemed totally oblivious of the fact that they were playing to an audience. Suddenly he threw his head back and groaned, his fingers and palms sank into the firm flesh of Suzanne’s hips and he let loose what must have been a bucket of come. Suzanne’s ass was not able to contain it all and as he pulled out of her, a stream of milky cream flowed over her pussy and down her leg. The audience was clearly impressed; there were. Mommy stopped her as she bent over to remove her white over-the-knee socks. "No, Kim, don't take them off. That would be indecent." She knelt unlocked the highway orange chastity belt. "You won't be needing this nasty old thing anymore." But the sisters said that was my protection." You don't need protection, sweetheart," Mommy stroked Kim's hairless nether region. "Ooh, does that feel good?" Kind of," Kim murmured. Her eyes were darting around the room, looking for a way to escape."Now, lie.