" "I'm not mad, but why do you watch?" "I have to get ready for school." I started to walk out of the kitchen as he grabbed my wrist pulling me back. ...I'm not mad, it's kinda hot how you've been watching me. What do you think?" "I don't know, I like watching, I don't know what to think." "How would you like to be my girl of the night?" A mischievous grin stretched across his face. "I'm not very good." "Just promise to do what I say, and it will be fine." I looked into his eyes, this is so. But Bob didn't hand her any outfits. "I said the clothesyou came in wearing." "I gave you everything." She replied getting a little worried what he wasplotting. "No, not everything." Bob replied. It became obvious what he wanted. Soon the bra and panties came flying out. "CanI keep my shoes?" She defiantly asked. He replied he wanted them too. What the fuck was he up to? This was a clubwear dress store, not a shoe storebut she wasn't about to be the one who backs down today. Finally, her. He had chosen this place because of the 3-piece combo that played there on Friday evenings, because the food was superb and the service impeccable, but mainly because it was her favorite place. It had been years. Would she look different? Would she have changed so much that they would not have anything at all to talk about? No matter what, he knew he would remember her. They had been lovers for two years before a new job in Paris had pulled him away. It had been a hard separation but they. The guy in my mouth pulls out and gets underneath me, spreading my legs, by my knees, apart so he has access to my pussy. I feel him take me deep and suddenly, fucking me hard and fast, jackhammering me so hard I can barely catch my breath.. I start to squirt hard on his cock as he keeps fucking me. As he fucks me I feel another cock lining up with my asshole, the guy in my pussy slowing down just enough for the guy to shove his cock in my now very tight asshole. Feeling his cock in my ass.