Kristina!" Her smile is absolutely radiant. "With your rose petal pussy lips, sweet, exotic scent and feathery blonde hair, you're going to have guys ...ining up to serve your every need!" Thanks, Brandon," Kristina says. "But not with these tits." Fuck! I never thought she was so self-conscious about her tits."You're wrong, Kristina," I admonish her. "You've got great tits. I admit guys like cleavage but your nipples are the end all of nipples and your ass - don't even get me started on your ass. "To put your mind as ease," he said moving five feet from her, "I won't come any closer than this, but I will be walking with you just in case of trouble."That seemed to make Sandy more comfortable. She still hesitated and looked around the vast open expanse of the parking lot. Several hundred yards away she could clearly see her car and looked like miles."No closer than five feet?" she asked facing him."Nope, promise."Sandy decided to gamble. Just the thought of doing something so outrageous. She feels drained as I clean her up with my tongue and lips tasting, lapping up her juices making her clean, but before I can move back up her body she begins to get wet again. I move my lips back up her body to her breasts groping and sucking each nipple, then back to your lips. Her eyes are closed, mouth is smiling, she’s moaning softly. I kiss her with a smile and she opens her eyes to look into mine to see who gives her so much pleasure. I move my head to her neck, kiss her, as she. “Hmmmmm, fuck! Keep going you, dirty little whore.” Hearing her degrade me like that, it wasn’t just humiliating. It was… Soul crushing… Every demeaning name... All the abuses of sexual acts… It further broke me on the inside. I wanted to appease Amanda. I desired her approval. I needed to please her… But it seemed no matter what I did, she would never see me anything more than a dirty little whore. It hurt more than anything anyone else could do. I pulled out her cock from my mouth and climbed.