Dude, can I borrow a sock? He had a thing for socks. For as long as I knew him, he could not cum unless he was in a pussy or in a sock, the latter obv...ously substituting for a pussy or Wills cum receptacle as he liked to put it. While most men had cum rags, he had cum socks, lots and lots of cum socks that he had positioned all over his room, which made it smell unmistakably manly. They were overused, never washed and different shades of brown from all the dried dumps of cum he had deposited. She knew he would not take his pleasure yet, but knew also his need was strong. Gently he reached to pull the skirt from her hips as she lifted to allow for an easier access. Then once again he laid his body between her open thighs, now the only barrier between them was the thin satin panties she wore. Once more they kiss, not a sweet soft kiss but one filled with passion and desire. Making their hearts race. Gently she runs her feet up his calves feeling the touch of his hot skin. With her. I will be a good girl for you but the marks will reduce my tip from the next client."I could hear the client laugh in derision and the heavy belt noise continued unabated for several moments and her wails grew increasingly louder and now she was sobbing as well. I wished there was a peek hole but my imagination filled in all the visual effects that I needed to get a hard erection just thinking about it.Right at that moment, Jugs came back in dragging a reluctant Rosita behind her. Apparently,. I could see her rump dripping from a recent ejaculation, and my limp cock came suddenly back to life.I had no real idea what to do, so I just thought like a dog for a minute. Getting behind Jinni, who seemed willing to take me on, I knelt and tried to put my hard cock at the same level as her wet pussy. This was easier said than done, but I finally managed it by squatting rather than kneeling. My cock by this time was raging with the same fury it had held a few minutes ago, and looking down.