"I have other things in mind for my new slut. Get up whore, and take my shirt off."Tina leaped to her feet to remove his shirt, her body excited to do...it. Her mind was reeling with mixed feelings of lust, humiliation, hatred, desire, resignation, and arousal.After she removed his shirt, Brian reached to slide his hand under the front of her thong. He could immediately feel her juices coating her pussy as well as soaking the fabric. He easily slid a finger into her opening while at the same time. It was the thought that counted. I found him on the patio, his laptop humming, notepads scattered everywhere. He wasn’t working, just lying on a lounger, soaking up the sun, wearing an expensive pair of sunglasses and nothing else. Four beer bottles were on the table, and he was face down and snoring. ‘Turn!,’ I said, sticking an ice cold beer on his leg just below his junk, enjoying the way he jumped and automatically covered up, ‘if you don’t, the vacation fun will slow way down, what with. We fall asleep. Sometimes she is in my arms but in the end we divide and take up lonely positions. The dawn brings the reality streaming in, the traffic starting to drone into one morning herd. "I did it because I wanted to see why we were together and if I was just a symbol to you, that’s why it happened like that." In my own mind it is slightly less clear, though this seems like it actually might be true. "You mean you did bad sex on purpose?" "Yes, but if it's any consolation I didn’t enjoy. Jon didn’t last long and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.The girl stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her right hand started on her pussy (she wasn’t wearing any knickers). No sooner that she’d started the doorbell rang. She swore (I think), and went out. We dressed in our own clothes and went out. She stopped talking to the new customer and stared at us as we left.We left one very frustrated girl in that shop. I’m sure she must have gone.