Claire had snogged a few guys and even let one old guy in a pub finger her in the crowded bar. She’d wanked him off as well lifting her skirt to let...him cum on her bush before he rubbed it in and all over her flaps. He’d even sneakily fingered some into her. She loved that he’d done that it made her feel so naughty. On her way to the toilet she felt a hand on her arse which quickly slid up her skirt and run its fingers over her pussy. She stopped and let them slide a finger in before turning. One particular outing I recall quite vividly. I had washed and Simonized the white Impala that morning. I drove to pick Debbie up at her house shortly before noon. I pulled up to Debbie’s house, or should I say rumbled up, as the car now had headers and glass-pack mufflers. I parked and went up and knocked on her door.Debbie answered the door wearing a rather sheer beach cover-up which barely concealed the white two-piece swimsuit underneath. She looked rather radiant with her blonde hair. Connie is a year or two older then me and has long auburn hair, which is always impeccable, and dark sensual eyes. Her full pouting lips match her figure perfectly. Her breasts are a full 36-D and she has the classic Victorian hourglass figure. I’m 5’10’ and I’d guess Connie is about 5’6′ but always wears three inch heels so she’s almost the same height as me. Having worked for Elegant Touch for nearly two years Connie has acquired a rather sizable wardrobe of really good looking clothing.. The third time she came was the worst. Lifting one leg up, she hooked her foot through the connecting chain and yanked, pulling my nipples taught until the clamps flew off, blood flowing agonizingly back. This time, I couldn’t even scream. I simply collapsed, the weight of my body stretching my arms taut as drool ran down my throat and over my heaving breasts.“Please, no more, please, please, please.”I kept repeating the words over and over, sobbing softly, the intense agony fading to barely.