I found myself leaning over the sink spreading my legs further apart, I could feel my juices making tracks down my inner thighs. My hand reached into ... drawer and hurriedly pulled out a plastic serving spoon which I began rubbing my pussy with under my short night gown. I never wear underwear, ever. I watched as Marty began bucking into my princess’s face and I could see tears welling in her eyes trying to keep his pace. With one jolt backward of his head I knew he was close. I moved the spoon. " You actually sound pleased, Kim. Well let me tell you, Tracy'sbeen very pleased with you. From the beginning she couldn't stopgushing to me about it, how you were a natural. That you took toit so eagerly that the two of you went to Starbucks for coffeedressed as women by the end of only the first week. And that youwent there all by yourself the end of the second week." I don't pretend I wasn't scared to death both times. The secondtime Tracy followed me and watched me from outside the. ”“I’ll make you feel good!”“Do you like it when I do that?”No, no, no, that wouldn’t do at all. A woman covered in tattoos with a pierced pussy isn’t asking for fucking compliments, and she sure as shit isn’t looking to be doted upon. I rewarded the aggressors, and ignored the sycophants, and the pack of dogs turned to a pack of wolves. “Come for me, whore!” “Scream, you fucking slut!” “Suck it! Suck it! Swallow it all, you fucking skank!” Much better.Their degradation only brought me to new. As I steadied myself in the position my ass was sticking out to him. I was ready to be fucked.He said, "Do you mind if I have closer look?"After our text exchange I could not believe we were still playing this game. I nodded my agreement. He came behind me and assumed the position with his hard cock grinding against my pussy from behind.He said, "You know a man could really use your body in this position."He was adding to my horny state. I heard a tear to my stockings and then I felt it. A wet.