“Happy now, you slut? You dirty fucking slut,” breathes Sask into her friend’s ear.“Oh God,” you groan, as a familiar feeling starts to wash...over you. You resume thrusting, faster and faster, ploughing Jess’s wet pussy until you are almost at the brink.“Fill her up!” cries Sask, hurriedly maneuvering into position for a ring-side view of the action.Your mind screams at you to pull out, you could get her pregnant, but every fiber of your being wants to fill Jess’s pussy to the brim with hot. ”“I’ll gladly tip her, she’s the only one who can deep throat my 10-inch cock.” The man said as he got into his billfold and took out a 10 dollar bill and he put it in the jar. He then walked over and got in line.“The only thing I know about her is she came in here 4 Friday’s ago and she was looking around, I asked her age and she told me, I told her she had to get out.”She then said, “I’ll give you a blow-job if you let me stay.”“Buddy, the way she looked, OMG she is so fucking beautiful I. ‘The Women of Phoenix,’ the card read. It had only a telephone number. ‘We meet at private homes. Ladies only. Discreet, civil play.’ Trin swallowed the saliva in her mouth. ‘Once a month, under the full moon we have a night session.’ ‘I’d love to,’ Trin’s mouth betrayed her. ‘I’m not sure my partner is ready.’ ‘That’s okay. We play safe, sane and consensual. Sex, no sex, whatever you like. Personally I have an affinity for ponies.’ She pointed to an 8 x 10 glossy photo of a woman who had some. “It is kind of public though... especially when there are customers on the patio.” He let that last part sink in. “Of course there aren't any there right now. Would you like to use it?” “I was kind of thinking maybe...” Kara answered dreamily. She had been staring off into space, deep in thought, but turned slowly to look at Bill, then at David. “You know,” she said, “between the salt and sand from the beach, and the muggy air, I am feeling kind of scuzzy. Would you mind?” “You're asking, would.