She was between blond and red with freckles she bred in the sun. She joked how she was trying to get them to all join together. She was slender, but...graced with large hanging breasts and legs which would be shapely if she walked or jogged. She took another sip of her coffee then put the cup down on the tiles. She raised her chin and looked at the bruises in the mirror. Black and blue in the shape of Mark’s strong hands. She hadn’t washed since the ploy and Mark’s seed had turned sticky. She knows I get a massive thrill from her not wearing underwear and obliges me at every opportunity, mainly I think, as she knows it makes our spontaneous fucking so much easier. I've lost count of the amount of times we've given in to the urge and ended up in semi- public places fucking like teenagers, in the park, the pub, on the bus and even at times in the street, including one memorable occasion on a building site with Mercy holding on to a semi collapsed staircase while I plowed her from. My tongue couldnt wait to get out and taste her sweet pussy, darting in and out of her cunt each time it had the opportunity. I could just about hear her moans with her thighs pressed against my ears but somehow i managed to hear her say concentrate on my clit to which i duly obliged. I have no idea how long she rode my face for and to be honest i couldnt care less as the next thing I know she lifted slightly but only to turn around and sit on me again. This time was different though as she was. " Several ... what do you mean .. who else knows?" Sheila gasped realizing she'd just admitted that he was right, only to find herself bent over his left arm as he smacked the backs of her thighs sharply three time each."Thou protests too much," he growled pushing her skirt up into the middle of her back and firmly yanking her panties up into the crease of her ass cheeks. "Shh! You're gettin your butt whooped good and hard. No more talk! You can cry all you like but no more words."Sheila nodded.