In the car Tamara asked me if she could put her new clothes on. When I said yes she just started to pull her top up over her head. I stopped her befor... anyone saw us and told her that we needed a safer place for her to change. So I told her that I would take her to my motel room. Tamara was pleased because that way I could fuck her too. What! She expected me to fuck her in exchange for the clothes that I had bought her. She explained that he mother always let the guys that bought her stuff fuck. "Brad wondered what this was all about. He could see no harm in answering the question if he was not connected to the internet. He unplugged the network cable and entered his name, Bradley Trask. His picture along with his name appeared with the notation that this was the only person by that name within a 100 mile radius."Please confirm."Brad confirmed his identity. Details of his physical characteristics appeared next to his picture -- height, weight, chest, waist, inseam, length of penis,. It, of course was starting to swell. Gazing up at my face she took one long lick up my shaft, stopping at the tip and stroking her tongue around it. My knees nearly buckled.“Woah” was all I could muster.“Want me to stop?” she asked teasingly as she enveloped my bell-end with her lips.“No fucking way!” I uttered “Where the hell you learn to do this?” I questioned her.Taking my cock from her mouth to answer she said, “I told you I’ve watched some of Dad’s pornos”.“Shit! Well carry on girl,. She came over to me and ran her hands gently up over my stockings, sliding my skirt up round my waist and started to rub my hard sissy cock, She told me that she had always wanted to have a slutty little bitch to play with.I asked her what she wanted from me and she told me that she wanted me to pretend it was her wedding day and I was one of the girls from her office. I had no idea at that point that she liked the thought of playing with other girls.She lifted her wedding dress and squatted.