"I knew it bitch!" The shame sets in as you hear the glee in my voice. But you know there is no point in pretending. Maybe you should let go and enjoy...it. The moaning sounds are already coming out of your mouth as I work my two fingers in and out of you. "Put a condom on, please," you try use your most assertive voice. I slap your ass, hard. "Shut the fuck up and behave yourself, slut." You hear my pants unbuttoning. I grab your hips and position you to get fucked. "PLEASE, jusst.." I slap you. The check up was just a standard annual visit before getting my pill prescription renewed. I boarded the train, I would finish work early, and hopefully get home as normal. I looked around the carriage, she was sitting a couple of seats down. Her legs crossed, engrossed in her reading. I could see she was wearing stockings as usual, the thoughts of her causing my normal arousals. I finished work and grabbed a taxi to the clinic. The receptionist showed me to a consultation room, she gave me a. She introduces us and makes sure he talks to othermedia-types because, I later found out, he’s a groupie. His being occupied allowed her to begin massagingher calf on my leg and she put on quite a show forthose around us. Rubbing her pussy on my shoulder andriding it pretty much like Debra Winger raised themechanical bull in “Urban Cowboy.” Everybody was awareof her movements… expect her husband. One thing led to another and I told her she neededto find a way to. In his car would do. A quickie.Her unpainted lips became wet with the thought of a cock buried deep inher throat. She needed to taste cum. Needed to swallow the cum of thisplace as if getting use to the local drinking water. Her left handbegan to massage the G-string as she continued to hold her cigarette upto her mouth with her other, sucking on it deeply.The corset was on in no time. Not as tight as she might like, butrestricting enough, that she had a little difficulty pulling the.