The local shopping centre was teeming with women and teenagers, brainwashed by tank commercials into slavishly following the ever-changing trends in f...shion. Discarding perfectly serviceable garments, they purchased overpriced goods designed purely to boost the profits of the corporations who then outsourced the manufacture to overseas sweatshops.The previous evening, Janus had moralized about the exploitation of poorer economies to provide a supply of cheap produce. Exorbitant import duties. I tease her as much as possible, licking as close to her nipples without actually making contact with them then rubbing gently between her upper thighs without touching her ‘lips’. I kiss her mouth and tell her I love her (I do). I dimly make out her swollen nipples in the half light. She moans and I know she is slowly beginning to reach heat. I reach down with my right hand and begin to massage her engorged clitoris. Her left hand tries to stop me but it is merely a game she plays for she. He cringed a little when she shared stories of the reverse. Students who didn't try were Jennifer's biggest bane. She'd prep and she'd plan and find new fonts of creativity, and then sometimes get the attitude of "don't want to be here, bitch." It was hard on her. It was hard in general.After Jennifer had finished her tale of the day, they just held each other for a while. Dave stroked her back lightly, while she leaned against his chest. After a while, Dave gently brushed her shoulder and. Her husband was about average, and not nearly as long or as thick as I am. He sat in the back of the room stroking his cock as she worked her mouth over me. I began to feel that pressure building up telling me that I was getting close to cumming down her throat. So I grabbed her and pulled her up off of her knees and threw her down over the arm of the couch next to the door. Seeing my hand print bruises on her lily white skin turned me on in a way that I had never fully understood at the time..