“You don't wear underwear?” I ask as she fucks me.“No, sir,” she says between her panting and groaning.“And no shoes?”“No, sir.”“Why...don't you wear shoes, Elena?” I grab her hips to let her know I want her to go faster. She does, and she closes her eyes as her grunts and moans get louder.“I can't,” she says.“Why not?”“Whores,” she says, breathing fast and heavy. “Whores don't get to wear shoes.”“Are you a whore, Elena?”“Yes,” she says. “Yes, sir. I'm a whore. A fucking whore.”“Who can wear the. I felt just as good and Erin still came.When we returned, the other three were eating a late lunch."We weren't sure when you were going to return," said Laura, "but we decided to make plenty just in case so help yourself."Laura was a good cook. Since it was just she and her mom, Laura had to learn. For the rest of us, microwavables and snack boxes were the best we could do. That was basically what Sara, Erin, and I brought.I didn't know what to do that late afternoon. I already took a nap and. Roj pite h…Kya vo to boli..K are…Mat puch…Gm bhot c baten h..Jo m mujhse akele hi sahan karni h…Mene fir khate khate pucha aunty aap itni sundar h ..Pyari ..H…Aap aisi baten karogi mene kabhi socha nh tha….Vo ek dum…Shant ho k mujhe dekhne lage shayd unki nigahe bhot kuch bol rahi thi jo btana chahti ho…Itne me…door bel baji..Me uthne lgaa.to…Dal chawal..Mere pent pe gir gaye…Aunty boli…Are tum betho me dikhti hu…Tum washroom m saf karo ise..Me wash from ki taraf bda hi tha ki aunty ki awaj. My hands reach the sides of your thong and I reach round to the front taking the top of the thong in my fingers and pulling on it, firmly yet carefully upwards, pulling the thin material against your pussy and clitoris. I repeat this action several times as your legs start to tremble. Then I am pulling down your thong, and as I do my tongue is following the material down the crease of your cheeks, licking up and down, but mainly down. Gently I prise your legs slightly more apart, your thong.