.. hrrr ... cute when you're ... hrrr ... sleepy, Sal..." she muttered. She giggled then.I drew my hands up over her ribs. Constance slept in a no non...ense sports bra. It fit over her like another layer of skin. She growled her approval into my neck as I ran my hands over her breasts. The fabric was cooler than her. My cock was hard now. Neither of us had cum on the job the previous morning.Her underwear was the same thick fabric as her bra. Her crotch was moist. "Yeah," Constance encouraged my. She glanced around the room at the others. All were watching intently. Mr. P seemed to be measuring by eye how little she had managed to get Mr. C’s cock up her. “I think he thought I might back out; to hell with him. Easy does it, but I am going to beat this monster if it is the last thing I do,” Kitty thought, “that will show him I can take it. In more ways than one.” Grimly, Kitty began forcing her pussy down over the huge member. Her breath began coming in fast whistles between her teeth as. God, had she been that much of a bitch? That hurt to think he didn't want to be with her. She had screamed at him that one time about him using his balls but it had been the only time. They had been fighting again. It was one of the times she was wrong and knew it but didn't want to admit it. He had, as usual, given in excepting the blame. That had infuriated her. She had screamed at him not to give up so fast. To use his balls for something else then fucking her, he wasn't always at fault. She. I manage to keep my cock from being hard the whole trip, but rub the length of it occasionally to remind it of what’s coming. I arrived at the motel and went in to register and get a room, in plenty of time to make it to the restaurant before her arrival. I found a table near the front of the place and a seat facing the door and ordered a cup of coffee, she still hadn’t seen my face, and thought I would be in control if something was too weird. As she walked through the door, I.