He glanced at her jeans and a brown sweater curving over the swell of her breasts. – “It is for me, Jason, thanks a bunch.” He nodded. “Can i...agine this must suck.” – “Yeah, believe me it does.” replied she. “Much as I appreciate your help, of course, it really pisses me off to be so immobile. I hate it.” – “You seemed experienced with it though, at least to me you are.” He smiled at her, putting the car in “D”. It took off slowly and turned, the wheels spinning already. – “It comes with. " said Ron. You can only refuse something that could cause physical harm." He of course was right. I had agreed to the rules and being masochistic, I really revel in being made to do things. So off I went, beautifully turned out. See through blouse and no bra. Very short black skirt with splits up the side that allowed my stocking tops and suspenders to be seen and very high heels. I of course was wearing a full length Mac for walking through the streets. Gus didn't live far. When Gus opened. I then pulled her top up over her head, finding that she was not wearing a bra. She har the sweetest looking little tits, My favorite type, small and with perfectly matched nipples that where now standing at attention for me.I let her undress me, and she discover that I was already excited and sporting a 6.5” hard on for her.I laid her on the bed and spread her legs open and got down between them and found the most beautiful clean shaved pussy looking back at me. I parted the lips of her pussy. ’ ‘Because that’s what he’s paying for,’ Julie said accusingly. ‘And when you go out with a guy, it’s different?’ Julie glared. ‘I’m not a whore,’ she said bitingly. I laughed darkly, feeling a righteous need to justify myself. ‘So what do you call yourself after a guy has paid for dinner and a movie, brought you roses, maybe scored some beer at the corner store? When you’re flat on your back, and he’s inside you, and you’re screaming your lungs out ’cause it feels so fucking good—’ ‘You don’t.