Now as I was pounding her fuckin’ brains out, her hair was flailing about like it had a mind of its own, and she started to scream with pleasure. �...� YES, OH SHIT PAPI, FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR NASTY LITTLE HISPANIC SLUT! FUCK ME!” I continued to fuck the shit out of her, watching her titties bounce up and down, and listening to her talking dirty until I felt myself almost entering my point of no return. I started to slow down because I want this fucking to last a little bit longer. She then sat. She had a tendency to hide her teeth, either with her hand or upper lip and discovered that she was trying to mask their slightly imperfect alignment. "A-hah!" he thought. "Perhaps she isn't perfect after all."He had been leaning against the wall, listening to a conversation between two seniors about their future in the business world when he felt a presence beside him. He turned, and there she was, looking up at him with that smile."Hi," was about the only thing that came to mind quickly."Hi,. I wanted to give both my husband and myself a bit of a thrill, so I purposely didn’t close the curtain fully. I would be almost naked and visible by mirror to him and anyone else in the busy shop who wanted to spy on me.I stripped then wiggled the dress up around me and zipped it up. The dress fit perfectly and the dip to my cleavage seemed lower than I remembered. I loved how revealing it was. The possibilities for accidental exposure were enormous. This was one very sexy dress and I couldn’t. The Mistress made our introductions, and then handed my leash to the guy who seemed the most in charge. His name was Derek, and the others were Joe, Alex, and Kevin. Derek led me to a door across the room, and then opened it and pulled me inside. The others were right behind us.Once in the room, the lights came on to reveal what looked almost like a gym horse, only the one end was lowered and it had extensions protruding from the upper part. Derek led me over to it, and laid me down on it, on.