.. I can’t imagine how good that will feel ... To feel it wriggling around as it dies inside me...” She pauses. “That probably sounds completely...demented and cruel ... But it’s a perverted desire, it’s supposed to be demented! I can’t control what turns me on!”We can’t argue with this comment – no one controls what turns them on, that’s why we have our show after all...She’s still talking, trying to explain herself – not looking as if she’s worried anyone will judge her, just wanting to be. Only in front of my first audience. As my tongue continued to duel with hers; I immediately pulled the top of her dress down. She groaned; And eagerly pulled my face to lick at her miraculous right nipple. That's when it hit me that this girl meant everything she said; This was not some kind of set up, It was really happening - And something about the realization made me as horny as I can ever remember being.I lapped her right breast and swollen, half dollar sized nipple with my tongue; She. . I told him that we should be extra careful not to allow cracks to grow at the middle of the biscuit and we should it also do it quicker.. at the whistle blow, we lifted the biscuit quickly but then the tricky part started.. we started to chew from both sides.. he was little slow while I was bit more fast.. due to this biscuit started to crack in between.. I knew that if we continued like this the biscuit would break off at middle and chunk would fall down..I signaled him to eat it faster but. Hearing "come", Mrs. was very pleased that these kind boys would help her and said, "Good. I go." She followed him across the street while the other two big boys accompanied her, one on each side of her. Unknown to Mrs., their cocks were quickly hardening at the thought of the unexpected opportunity that had just come their way. They intended to escort Mrs. to a suitable location and then "sample her wares".Turning a corner to go down an even filthier street, they stopped, looked down at Mrs..