Your mind was saying not here its public, but your body was saying yes. You want my cock right now. I reached down and raised your skirt exposing your...fine ass. I pulled you away from the car so you were now leaning over with your pussy showing. I stepped to the side and licked 2 fingers and ran them over your pussy slowly. You pushed back onto my hand driving my fingers deep inside. I moved them in and out faster n faster. Your hand still in my pants you couldn’t help but stroke me. I. " None of the guys she'd used for the site had returned more than once or twice at the most. Part of it was the pay. She knew she didn't pay the best in the business but she did what she could. It was more important to make sure her talent was well compensated.Another part of it was the fact that the girls on her site didn't look or act like the other girls in the business. They were bigger. They were a little brassier – and they were needier. That's why she was so happy to have Derrick. Give me a big fucking load to swallow.’ It was like a movie or something.”The clock snapped off another minute.“So,” I said. “Did you give her what she wanted?”“Oh, jeez,” he said. “In like a minute. She was a pro. I mean, she knew what she was doing. I couldn’t believe it!”“Yeah, you already said that. And how about that superhot girlfriend you always talk about? Was she happy for you?”His look went hard like he was summoning his determination.“I broke up with her,” he said.“Really?”“Well,” he. “Nah,” said my wife. “That’s not good for him. He cum, he starts to expect it. Starts getting ideas that he deserves it. Isn’t that right, baby? You don’t deserve to cum, do you?”I shook my head, no. I don’t deserve to cum.“Wow,” the guy said. “You?”I could actually hear my wife smile, a crackling of saliva. I could picture her vast smile, all toothy. “You’re sweet. Not today. I need to get cleaned up. Night out with the girls.”“So I’d better go, is what you’re saying.” And so he got dressed,.