I am dressed in ashort skirt, I am made up beautifully, I have my own brand new blouseon, and beneath all this prettiness I have a delicate lace bra w...ich Ibought on her instructions last Christmas. I have pretty undies on, anda pair of sheer stockings, which I am looking at now. As I suppose arelorry drivers as they cruise past our car. Mistress likes me to keepthe hem of my skirt at about the level of my stocking tops so that anyinterested man can enjoy what her sissy has to offer. There is. ‘Want some more?’ John said chuckling as he thrust once again. ‘Oh, fuck, yes,’ Em growled as his cock spread her wide and deep. ‘Like that?’ John queried laughingly. ‘God, you know it,’ Em mused aloud. ‘Want even more?’ John jokingly said and shoved for the last time hitting her cervix. ‘Argh … oh fuck … take it easy, Big Boy. The baby’s in there, you know. He doesn’t need company just yet,’ Em gasped. ‘Okay,’ John said pulling back till just the head remained inside her. John pushed quickly. She walked into his room like a new bride, full of trepidation. He looked at her from all sides, then asked her to raise her sari, showing her waxed legs, knees and chiseled thighs tapering to her crotch. She raised her sari to her waist and turned away from him out of shame, revealing her big fat ass to us. She wore no panty for the occasion. Her fat ass shone in the room light with not a single strand of body hairs.(She had spent full day in Beauty parlour, costing me a fortune.)Asif walked. Then before I knew it she came, as her kisses became very passionate. I could feel her reaching for my jeans, her hand brushing against my raging cock, she undid the belt, then the buttons and started tugging them down. All the while I could hear the camera clicking away, but I was lost in ecstasy. Then I felt her move and get onto her knees in front of me. I looked down and could see her black hair as she reached for my boxers. Releasing my cock, it sprang at her face. She took my cock in her.