"I lost," Brandi said philosophically. "Or came in second, take your pick. Lost the next time too." Oh god, has it been that long?" Laura exclaimed. "...ou went through two of them since we last were together? And I didn't know about either one?"Brandi smiled, genuinely delighted by Laura. "Pretty white lady..." she said with exaggerated politeness, "you were probably busy working and playing. And we both know how you like to play."They had not kissed, and Laura was overwhelmed by the desire to. ." I sighed and took another sniff. I couldn't resist putting my hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy in my fingers through my now wet pink knickers."Thanks." She replied, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from her coat pocket, taking out a single fag, putting it between her cherry-red slightly plump lips and lighting it up."Does it smell good?" She turned her head round to ask, blowing out some smoke as she spoke."Smells so good...!" I groaned in pleasure, fully enjoying myself."I thought. “From now on, I own your ass, this house, your cock. I will tell you when you can cum and how to please me and you are going to do it, because you want to be my bitch, just like your son. I swear that from this moment on, you belong to me, my pet!” And with that she pushed the hard rubber cock, harness deep into my ass and our hips slammed into each other violently!!!There was no need to stroke myself. I only had to squeeze occasionally to keep from getting too excited as she pounded my ass. I look in my wallet and all I have left is $42. I toss a twenty on the dresser.“All I can afford,” I say.You’re on your knees on the bed and I’m fucking you in the ass and we’re watching ourselves in the mirror with the menu scrawled across our reflections.You’ll do things my wife won’t but that’s not why I like being with you.We meet at a motel out at the beach. You bring a bottle of whiskey. You do a strip tease for me while I drink and take pictures.“Did your wife ever do this for you?” you.