"Yess I'm a dirty fucking slut"...he started sliding his cock back in but a little faster this time. "OOOOOOOHHH" I started to moan again. I knew peop...e outside the booth could probably hear me and I didn't give a fuck. I was so fucking worked up. Bent over in just a polo and pantyhose. Feeling the cold floor on my hosed feet as he started pumping back and forth a little faster. "You got a tight little ass" he said as he started to work faster and harder. "OOOH FUCK YESS! FUCK MY ASS!" He. The young girl uses two hands up and down on the black shaft, which very quickly gives up its load, I shut my eyes as the warm sticky fluid forms a deluge across my face, it goes in my mouth, in my nostrils, in my hair, it goes everywhere, squirt after squirt. He wipes his cock on my hair and the ordeal is over.“Ok girlie, your turn, clean her up you know what to do”I remained eyes closed waiting for warm water and a face flannel. But what is that awful fishy smell? I open my eyes and I am. Jason put his weight on her, forcing her down, then nipped her neck sharply, leaving a clear red bruise.Daphne closed her eyes again in misery. There was pain here aplenty, in her as shame and in him as regret. But the worst of it all was that they were both too emotionally involved to stop now.Her breath started coming in pants as his mouth began to move over her collarbone, his hands holding her steady beneath him. He reached one ivory breast and teasingly began to draw wet circles around her. "You're changing the subject." She shook her head slowly. "Just derailing it for a few moments. Savoring the moment, I suppose. It isn't often that one manages to surprise a wizard." "And how did you manage that exactly?" He asked slowly. Behind the partition that separated the front of the store from the back, came a soft snort, an old wolf turning over in its sleep. She turned to look. The woman didn't miss much. He wondered if Michael Gear had been this observant. The woman's mouth quirked.