Once they are off, I stand up and remove your shirt and bra. Your nipples are hard and standing out proudly. I pinch and twist each one, making you wh...mper and gasp at the pain. I reach down and unfasten your jeans and pull them down, making sure your panties are still up. I tell you to step out of your jeans. I fold them and lay them on my chair. I tell you to go stand in the corner with your nose pressed tightly in the corner, your hands on your head, and not to move. While you are in the. I signaled to Donna that it was okay.She did not sneak into my house. She pranced in, her head high, her chest out, her hips swaying in the high heels that were all she was still wearing. I hoped the widow-lady in the other half of the duplex wasn't watching through her curtains the way she sometimes did. She was stone deaf, but she wasn't blind. And she was nosy.Donna giggled as I locked the apartment door behind her. "That was fun. I liked that game. Do you think anybody saw?" she asked."Do. Her slit was gushing with cum, her own and that of the men who had already had her. As she looked between her legs, she could see it running down the inside of her legs in a steady stream and she could also see Bizmarks dong as it jerked in and out. He pulled it almost completely out with each stroke and she could see her lips spread open and swell each time he shoved it back inside her. She could see his balls hanging down between his legs and knew that they were full of sticky cum that he was. We would probably be surrounded by a crowd with both men and women. Too bad Sylvia didn't have any noticeable scars. She could start a riot.Pretty soon the lookers pretty much all had their picture made with one of the, so called, stars of the reality network. After that it was time for some serious networking. People came by to talk almost half of them left their car d or took mine. Mine magically appeared from Sylvia's purse. It was close to midnight when one of the reality stars came by to.