I would purposely bend over to pour their drinks placing my young firm tits in the face of one, while my skimpy shorts would ride up showing my ass ch...eks in the face of another. The Mexican men would make rude comments between each other as I was serving them their drinks thinking that I didn’t understand a word of what they were saying. But I would love hearing their disgusting sexual comments and enjoy the way all of them eyeballed my nice firm breast and tight ass.The illegals would sleep. "I'm talking dozens of men - they're on loan to me tonight from the prison across town. They won't last but a few strokes but they will cum inside of you, or on you.These men don't give a shit about you, whore - you're just three fuck holes to them."Briefly she put the fingers from one of her hands deeply inside of me and rubbed my G-spot. "How does it make you feel that your body will be a playground for total strangers? How much of a total whore are you?" she asked, slapping my clit with a. She climbed into the back seat. The cold leather intensified the heat in her cheeks, making her wriggle the whole 10 minute drive to the restaurant. Kevin couldn't keep from smiling while he covered her part of the conversation.30 minutes later the two couples were enjoying their meals and good conversation. The unpadded seats increased the sting that Sarah still felt, and she was still as aroused as when they left the house. While Kevin and Jim discussed the week's fantasy football news, Ann. Mother left my room much more silent than she had entered - the earlier frown forgotten.My head spin but my mind could still see her bending down a couple meters away from me, her eyes looking into mine.With the shows that Sheryl liked to do, having me sit so I was witness to her preparations, I had realized she wanted me to watch her, wanted me to want her as much as she obviously wanted me. Sheryl didn’t wear those stockings for herself, she wore them because she knew how crazy with lust they.