I wanted to find out if her lips were as warm and soft and sweet as they looked. And I’m here to tell you, they were. I moved back behind the wheel,...but she kept looking at me. Those big blue eyes were half-closed Her moist lips were slightly parted. What I’m trying to say is she looked so damn fine, so sexy, so inviting, I didn’t know if I could wait until we got to the alley.That sweet face and luscious body were enough to raise the dead. Knowing all those goodies were about to be mine for. However tentative. I just didn’t want her to go. To leave me here in my humdrum unemployed tin of fish and a loaf of bread reality. I wanted the fairy tale to continue. The spell. She’d passed me the poisoned apple for me to bite. And I bit. Swallowed it whole. Core. Pips. Stalk. Even the plastic wrapper.Going out into the bright sunshine suddenly broke the spell. And the sensible part of my brain made me stop. Who am I k**ding? She probably gets hit on all the time everywhere she goes. And by. The rest of the night was a flurry of different outfits, and colours. A large mirror was brought in for Sasha to dress herself at her best before she could present to the two men. She’d rarely worked harder in her life, jumping from one outfit to another, moving in and out of the small change room. She concentrated hard, making sure she’d placed everything on her body correctly, ensuring her hair and makeup weren’t disturbed, standing in appropriate ways to maximise the impact of the clothes. . Then there was a lot of body movement and the varied sound of the bed mattress springs. Joe was licking her. Marcia’s soft moans were exciting my cock. ‘Fuck’, He was tasting her pussy, 10 feet away from me. He must be holding her ass and her naked legs. In a short while, he was to hold his fully extended meat column, slide it inside her young, wet and very warm cunt and fuck her core. I wanted her, very badly. Her still some different sounds were proving to be the essence of deep sexual joy..