) and all my different experiences and that turns them on too. We're just three happy, sexy, fantasizing, masturbating people.I know that my lifestyle...is a little out there but I'm living a fantasy and having the time of my life. I still go to the mall sometimes in search of people who I can pick up and who will watch me masturbate. My preference now is definitely for older folks and while I occasionally fool around with people closer my age, they're usually not as fun because the guys all want. This time he came back with a bowl and put it in front of me, I smiled and played his game as I lapped at the bowl until it was nearly empty. Jerome said, spread your legs baby, show me you want some more crack.” I did as asked, I was wanting another hit. “Spread that pussy for the boys baby, Let them look at your shit.”With that he brought the empty bottle over and placed it under my wet pussy. “How much do you want that”. I spread my fat pussy lips with one hand and slowly worked the bottle. How long had she been a prisoner in this cold little room with nothing more than a narrow bed? She had no watch, and her phone? Who knew? He probably had it along with her clothes.She knew who ‘he’ was. He was Mr. Patil, maybe fifty years old and a sometime business partner of her father’s. He had told her as he beat her that he ‘owned’ her now and the sooner she came to terms with that the better off she would be.Patil had tricked her; otherwise she’d have never got into the big SUV with such. It was sex that you would think of as two girls having. A lot of oral and stroking and kissing, at least on her part. It was tender and loving, and Kellie took me to heights of pleasure I hadn't been to in a long time if ever. She tended to me and when it was my turn, again, I was mean. Oh, I took care of her, but I didn't do it with the passion and attentiveness she had just shown me. After I stroked her and kissed her getting her discordant equipment ready, I barely touched her as I mounted.