We didn’t talk about it afterwards. We simply dressed and came home. She went straight to her bedroom and I escaped to mine. And was thoroughly mise...able all night. Tension doesn’t even come close to describing the air in the apartment and I hated it. Trouble was that I didn’t know what to say or do to make it better. Now, on any given morning, she is awake before me, already brewing coffee and making breakfast. But not so today. I thoroughly search the apartment when she’s not in the kitchen. Anytime one of you is about to orgasm, I make sure you finish before going to the next girl. I bet I can make the four of you cum within a couple of minutes of each other." No way!" said Shelby."You'll see. Shall we go into Personal Services?"Four excited girls undressed and got on the bed. Abigail automatically lay back and opened her legs. I stood.Sara asked, "So should we just lie side by side?" Can I make another suggestion?" I said."Of course," said Shelby."If you really want to share the. No cameras, no managers. Just one bored, lonely young man standing behind the counter, wasting time away on his phone, waiting for something to happen but never knowing quite what that "something" is.I am that "something."Like I said, I'll drive around looking for these specific stores. Sometimes it'll be hours before I find one I think fits the bill. No big national chains like "Flying J" or "7-Eleven." They're always too busy. No, I look for "Conoco" or an old, rundown "Route 66." I tend to. 'Beverley hit her pussy again and again but still her clit throbbed, growing bigger and stiffer, poking it's head out to nod at her as she raised her hand for another slap. "Oh God!" she cried out, bringing her hand down and grabbing her sex, crushing the clit between her thumb and forefinger as her legs began to tremble.'More!' her clit demanded urgently.She stood up and tossed off her robe, threw herself on the bed and scratched the projecting head of her clit with a fingernail even as she.