“I want your pussy and your labia to be wet for the close ups.” He had said as I laid my head back, on the large pillow behind me, on the chaise. ...y body shivered as I came and moaned out while he rubbed my clit. He put his camera down and soon his free hand had a grip on my hair and was bobbing my head up and down, my mouth full with the length of his thick, hard tool. It seemed like everyone I worked with ended up fucking me or getting me to suck them off and I didn’t mind it at all. I was. The second the elevator doors closed my husband pushed me up against the wall and his hand went straight up my skirt, fingers pushing into my still soaked pussy. Chase leaned against the other wall, just watching the intense finger fucking I was receiving and enjoying the sight of me moaning and grinding down on that hand. Ten floors later, the doors opened and out we stumbled, his hand still under my skirt. Our door was only a few short steps away, thank God. He fumbled the key card a bit, but. ” Ellie skipped along into the elevator ahead of us. “You’re not into girls?” I asked as the doors closed.“Not really,” she shrugged.“It’s a job then.” I understood that feeling. I had been a dishwasher, a short order cook, a warehouse stock boy, a supermarket cashier, and a sandwich artist. I even had felt that way, a few days a month if not every week, when I had my career in pharmacology. “No,” Marina shook her head, “This is going to be a blast.”“But you don’t like eating pussy?” I pushed. That's what she'd said, anyway, but the truth was the three boys had made her life hell by barging in on her constantly.They spied on her, felt her up, stole her panties, and laughed the whole time like it was funny. Di resorted to hiding her things, but she was outnumbered and couldn't fight back. It got so bad she finally stopped bathing regularly just to keep them away from her.Di started the water in the tub to get it warm, then opened her backpack to get out her bathroom things. All she.