"Fuck me, you big dicked fucker!" moaned Susan. "Deep, deeper darlin', the way I like it! Real hard, now!" Whose cunt is this, slut-babe? Who owns you...now?" rasped Randy as he shoved himself into the woman kneeling before him, then held it still and deep for a moment while a little cum quivered its way through Susan's body."Yours, Randy. Always yours," she gasped. "You know that! Now give me another of those big cums, you nasty fucker!!" Your fucking wish is my command to fuck, whore-child,". I had already sorted out my wardrobe.My pantyhose had changed into fishnets and suspenders. I looked atmyself in the mirror and lifted the right side of my dress until I couldsee the top of my stockings and my suspender straps.Mr Jones will like an eyeful of this the female part of my brain wassaying. I look so sexy."At least not the fishnets!" pleaded the male part of my brain."No!" chorused my pantyhose and the female part of my brain. "This is ademocracy and you are outvoted, Chris. You. As it happened already, I should lie down with my back to the kitchen table, so that my head on one side of the table hung down and round ass on the other side of the table. I cried and cried, what do you do with me what they were saying the same will already notice. Frank and Sasha took off your pants, took off their panties. Frank took his stiff cock and f***ed me his hard cock grow in my mouth. I gagged and implored him to listen to. But it probably only made him more horny. He held my. ” he says.Lock in started around Eleven, Sandra locks and bolted the door, hung her knickers on the door knob and started selling durex at ten quid a throw before she sat on the billiard table, legs spread wide and started wanking with a bottle of Newcastle Brown. Newcastle Brown I ask you! No class that bint, she had empty Champagne bottles and Stella, even Coke but no she had to use Newcastle Brown. Still it contrasted nicely with her bright pink pussy lips.Thing was she had no takers.