She was wearing tight leather pants that seemed to hugged to her tight ass. She wore heals with the toes showing. Her toes nails were painted pink wit... flowers on it. A smell of Jasmine perfume, peach shampoo, and sex was in the air. Expensive things for many of her want to be slaves. She had on a pink bra, showing off her cleavage. She had blood red lipstick that showed off her eyes.A wicked smile went pass her beautiful face. Her slave knew this was trouble. Her slave was black and tied to a. "I wouldn't mind," she said. "I think that would be fun, getting fucked by some man I don't know. Wouldn't you love to watch me take a big hard cock in my cunt, baby? Wouldn't it turn you on to see mother getting fucked by some man we don't know? I might even give him a nice blow job, I don't know." You would," Jay said. "You'd suck his cock in a fucking minute, and you know it." Probably," Shellie answered. "But you don't have to worry, darling. I won't put out for anyone... unless you agree. She faced me and continued to dance slowly and teasingly. My heart was pounding in my chest and my cock was already fully hard. Asha's lips turned into a faint smile, pleased at the obvious reaction she was getting from me.Then she turned her back to me, still gracefully swaying her body. She reached out for the strap across her left shoulder and pulled it down, then for the right strap. Her shoulders were now bare. She allowed the thin material of the dress to slide down her body to her hips.. There was no time to run for the bathroom - I was going to cum and nothing was going to stop the eruption that was just about to take place. So my second climax in honor of Aunt Bunny landed on the motel room carpet. And globs of jism continued to come out with each spasm of my cock. After some minutes, I began to come out of the daze that accompanied my release. My first coherent thought was to check the panties, which I still held wrapped around my slowly shrinking member. Fortunately,.