“Take off your clothes,” Lou said flatly. “Here?” she seemed mortified, “In front of him?” “Right here, right now,” he said, “Unless...you want to go back on our deal.” He nonchalantly pointed the pistol in his hand at her husband’s head. “No, wait.” She slowly began to undo the buttons that held the dress together in the front. It took a few minutes to get through all the layers of clothing she was wearing, but eventually she stood stark naked in front of the two men. Very nice,” Lou said with. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the bike as the cold rain cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The tight boys white wife beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my dark, brown nipples were totally erect and every tiny dimple and bump on my aurola's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My breasts were filled and rock hard, almost to the. Realizing that some one outside might hear if continued this way, he took his cock out and came back in a few seconds saying “put this in your mouth”. I found that it was his jockey that he gave me to put in my mouth and the very idea excited me though I felt like a cheap whore.He was back to business and was ramming like there is no tomorrow with grunts like an animal and throughout, I could not control tears in my eyes as I seem to have lost completely. My body was shaking with every stroke. His hand stroked through her tangled bangs. He moaned encouragement and watched her head begin to bob faster. Her tongue moving from gingerly teasing him to whipping quick circles around him, turning like a tornado, making wet slurping sounds. Her hands found his, and squeezed her fingers between his. She pulled off, her lips parted and wet, her face blushed concealing her freckles. When they kissed, she tasted like a cigarette, but he didn’t care. Well, he cared—his brain jotted it down, but.