“I’ll take an order of fries and a vanilla ice cream cone.” The man smiled at me and looked me up and down. I followed his eyes as they gazed ov...r my bosom. He looked at me as if he was sizing me up. “Would you like something special on the side?” he asked. He slid his hand down and rubbed it playfully over his bulging crotch. I didn’t know what he meant but I was intrigued. “No that will be all, thanks,” I replied.I sat in the car and waited for my order. As I looked around I noticed a girl. Her breasts were perfect to me. They looked to be about a C cup, round, and with hard nipples. I could tell because the material she wore was a sheer black. I could barely make out a hint of skin and the outline of her nipples. It was like a belly dancer's outfit, but with much less fabric.She didn't make a move towards me. Jasmine just sat on the couch across from, lifting one leg so that I could see up her skirt just to her thighs, her sweet pussy was hidden by a shadow. Jasmine smiled. "I have been so wrong, and only now your friend has made me realize what is really important to me and how I can achieve what I most need. Please, master, make me your woman. I need you so much, and I will be so good to you, just let me know that you care so that I can lose myself in you and have you control me for your pleasure and my release."Phil raised her to her feet and held her close, stroking the silken skin of her back and whispering in her ear. He turned to me, saying, "Simon, I don't. I stood up admiring it, Candy with her beautiful and shaking legs opened wide, my cum oozing from her now reddened love hole. Her head tilted back on the mattress while she sobbed. Her nipples still bruised from my twists and now the right breast had the mark of my hand printed on it. I felt again that thing calling me to take care of her now, to be nice to her… She had endured her part of the deal, right? Thats the difference. The monster inside said no. That should be reserved for Erika, and.