Shane reached for the door handle. "Don't you fucking touch it. Keep your hands on your lap." he barked. Shane was loving every minute of this. "Fuck...ng whore," he said as he got out of the car. Walking around the car, to open the door for Shane, he felt a little apprehensive. He knew this was what she was wanting, but he didn't want to loose her again. He didn't know what state of mind she was in. But wanted this need so badly as well. He had never been with another woman as he had with. On the Friday night Mandy dressed in a short button-through skirt, and her extra special sexy undies, covered by a semi-transparent cardigan. The ritual humiliation continued, as she made me lube her up, perfume her pussy and boobs and check her stockings were straight and her suspenders properly fastened.I stopped at my pal Ray's house overnight, kipping on the sofa, telling his wife Marie that Mandy was working nights again (well, in a way I suppose she was!) and that I wanted to have a. It is as if she is challenging everyone in earshot to join with her in celebrating what a humorous and wonderful thing life is. I wish I could laugh like that. Her laugh rouses me. I sit at the bottom of the bed from where I can see out of the windows into the garden next door. There she is; bikini clad, bathed in sunlight, chattering on her mobile, eyes hidden behind a pair of huge sunglasses. In her right hand she is holding a towel which moves constantly as she accompanies her conversation. Her left hand went down to her pussy, alternating between stroking my cock and rubbing my cock against her pussy lips, and her right hand ran up and down my back, nails leaving red marks. My left hand was on her breast, playing her with nipple through her bra as my right reached around and undid the clasp With a smile, I leaned back, untangled her arms for a second and removed her bra; throwing it the opposite way of the tank top. I put my head to her left breast, taking the left nipple in my.