This street wasn’t as busy as the last, but it was better quality – downtown changed like that, from porn to theatre in one narrow alley, and peop...e here might recognize us. I liked that thought, and for some reason I didn’t care if they did, so I pushed her across the hood, pinned her neck in place with a stiff arm, and used my other hand to open my jeans again and enter her. She grunted, uncomfortable, then moaned as I thrust. I spent a minute that way, slowly taking her as cars drove by,. She climbed out of her Jeep, and looked around at the town with amusement. It was just as small as she had been expecting.She walked into the store finding that it was packed with merchandise from floor to ceiling. An elderly man was seated in a wooden chair next to a small Franklin wood-burning stove. At least the stove wasn’t lit.The man rose from his chair. In a warm voice, he asked, “Can I help you?”“I’m looking for the Dan Daniels place,” the woman answered.“You must be Violet,” the man. The shameful memories of his recent submission to being clutched to the station supervisor’s sweating cleavage and the glimpsed sight of Liu Wei’s pale nipples drove lustful thoughts. His cock was soon fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. Now, as he followed the two girls along the corridor, he had to contend with the sight of Liu Wei’s substantial buttocks struggling against the seams of her skirt and of Tsai Linn’s slim figure swaying as she stepped forward on heels that guaranteed her walk. "Did you suck on her clit and lap up her greedy juices? Hmm?" Mistress insists. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have," Ashley offers, almost begging. "Is your mouth covered in her pussy?" Mistress inquires, harshly. Before Ashley can answer, Mistress pulls on the slave's collar, tugging her forward. "Slave, tell me what that slut's face tastes like." The slave crawls towards Ashley's head and places her face hungrily between the bars of the cage. Her wide open mouth drools into Ashley's.