It allowed her to control the angle of her man's cock and she could enjoy and a finger or toy rubbing on her ass. She said,"I want you to get behind m..." to Miles and she got off of the massage table and onto her hands and knees on the chaise lounge. He filled her from behind now, rubbing his wet thumb on the outside of her willing asshole. She bucked back and forth, relaxing a bit more as the went. Her ass started to relax as well and his thumb started to slip in and out of her. It was just an. Oh God, please, please let me cum with you, Sir!" I shoved her head down holding it pinned against the mattress. With my other hand, I delivered a few hard swats as I yelled, "You want to cum slut? You want to cum with me? Then cum now slut, CUM NOW!" Ohhh, FUUUCK MEEE!" she screamed even over my own yelling and she exploded. She tensed up and locked in position, her whole body shaking with the strain of her mighty orgasm. I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock like it wanted to strangle. They got out and Michael gestured for Jennifer to follow him. Jennifer glanced at Michael’s car, “Did you buy this?” Michael chuckled, “Nope, my parents bought that for me after I graduated college. They heard me brag for years of wanting a Camaro, and they bought me one. You can imagine my shock.” “You take really good care of it.” Jennifer said admiringly. Michael smiled, “It’s my pride a joy.” Jennifer rolled her eyes. They walked up to a large steel container with. ’ The rest of the week went well for Christine. That is, again, except for the almost continuous stream of men hitting on her. She found a grocery store. She found a few low cost clothing stores. Her boss had taken her to a furniture rental place. He even took her to dinner on the weekend (and Christine was mortified that the waiter had stared at her the way that he did while she ordered, she hoped that her boss would not misinterpret this as being caused by her being to lascivious). She was.