“Just one more my good girl, you can do it.” You feel me start wriggling on your hand, as you access my G-spot and stroke. Your hand on my back gr...pping my flesh and pressing me down against you. I’m pinned to Daddy as you use your good girl first thing in the morning. I groan the longer you massage my chafed insides. Body squirming on yours. Scratched nipples tickling your chest as I move. “Let Daddy have it” you decree, “Daddy wants it now little one.” I arch on you as you drive your fingers. My husband had taken me to the late performance of one of the main shows on the Strip. The place was packed. The showgirls were stunningly beautiful and wore very little so I was pretty certain that I was outclassed for the evening. After the lights had dimmed and everyone was engrossed in the show and the bouncing bare breasts of the women, I noticed a man sitting at the next table who seemed to be more interested in stealing glances at me than in the performers on the stage. At first, I. As we pulled up outside lisa's mums i turned off the engine,turned to her in the passenger seat and we started kissing after about 2 mins our tongues were having a field day deeper all the time getting more passionate and intence.My hands started exploring her breast's gently at first then her little moans made me squeeze them harder after a while of this i thought "i'm in here" so my hand worked its way down to her crotch feeling her mound through her jeans ,again she was getting more turned. . With one exception.She had a secret kink, a kink for exhibitionism. Despite her incredible, near overwhelming shyness, the idea of being stuck or even willingly naked in a place where she risks getting caught and seen was the best feeling she knew. It was a kink she couldn't often fulfil as she often wussed out thanks to simply getting all flustered, and while she had only ever done anything relating to it a couple of times, she hadn't gotten caught. If she had, she wouldn't know what to.