I feel her warm wetness through her panties. I tell her maybe we should go around the back where we are hidden better. I get in the car with her and w... go around back. We are behind the hotel now and I am in the passenger seat, we are kissing and I am rubbing her wet pussy as she starts rubbing my hard cock through my pants. This goes on for a while and I am so hard. She pulls my hand from her pussy and licks my finger. She loves the taste of herself. She tells me to get out and come around to. A lezzie-cunt-whore-bitch. I had to be punished, degraded.Feet appeared before the stall door, a pair of black Mary Janes over white socks, frilly bands at the ankles. My heart beat faster and faster. The stall door wasn’t locked, just closed. It creaked. Delicate fingers, nails painted pink, grasped the top.Paused.Please, please come in. I wanted to shout that. My heart screamed in my chest. Fresh beads of cream worked down my thighs. My nasty cunt burned for the humiliation to come. To please. But each to their own of course, some girls have the legs to get away with wearing that sort of thing.So, I’ve been preparing carefully. I’ve placed a couple of free advertisements on the French gay/travi sites and had two rather interesting conversations with men who want to meet up, the first on Friday afternoon for an afternoon of serious debauchery with a lot of anal fetishism and the second, with two guys, one 48 and his neighbour of 70, who want Antonia to visit them on the Saturday and. "Sandra, I am not sure if you are ready to serve me like Amy. You were a good fuck last night but I have not seen you submit to someone for me." I said and watched her face become more panicked as she worried about displeasing me."Oh Barry, I will do anything you want! I could not live without you as my lover....my master! Please let me prove myself!" Sandra pleaded as sweat began to bead on her forehead."You know that I might ask you to do things that you might not like. Maybe even tell you to.