We had driven past this club across town that looked to have a very large and diverse looking crowd. I chose to dress in my finest punk rock fashion....A short pink pleated miniskirt, pink and black bustier, torn black fishnet stockings and a pair of knee high boots that laced up the front. I wore my hair up ,in pigtails and a spiked collar around my neck and matching spiked bracelets I wore my makeup nice and slutty giving me that i like to fuck look. Shane wore his hair spiked. He put on a. " Mrs Dougherty looked aghast and her eyes glanced up and down the road to see if anyone was watching. "I'm waiting," you hinted.Slowly moving out from behind the door, she grasped the edge of her skirt and lifted it all of an inch or two. "Higher, slut!" you commanded sharply. Again the skirt was raised, not really as high as you wanted but it wasn't a bad effort and you didn't want to push too hard on your slave's first training session. Anyway, she had pulled it up enough for you to check. He would immediately put his hands on my head, pushing my body deeper into his body, and would lovingly pat my back.I loved hugging him, but not in a sexual way, although he apparently loved it in a sexual way because he would always rub his cock against me.My mum saw me sit on my uncle's lap many times, as his hands stroked my thighs, but I don't think she guessed it that he was trying to shove his cock into my bums or that he would from time to time adjust his position to place my firm bums. No matter how slow or comfortable or lazy it started, I couldn't come without the rough friction of a finger or his tongue. And always, as I clenched around his cock, he'd thrust three or four more times, hard. Deep into my pussy, intense thrusts. And we'd finish together. Sweaty and slick, sliding against each other as the lawn chair creaked and groaned under our combined weight.Being married was easy, but living in the city was hard. I waited tables and rode my bike as a messenger to keep my.