I had the stencilling machine in the trunk of my car. It usually took me about ten minutes to get a new belt stencilled. I paid a dollar for the extra...belts, and sold them, stencilled, for ten dollars each.After getting the dollar changed from the girl behind the bar, the two women walked over to the jukebox and started pressing their selections. The first song they played was "Born To Lose" by Eddy Arnold. I watched as the two girls started swaying their hips in front of the music player.After. The choices seem endless. Her appearance draws attention, and from men and a few women, desire. Her beauty creates unceasing stares. The inherent rudeness edits out many. The rich exude pomposity and self love which the beauty loathes. Like the gentlemen and ladies of London, a lack of porosity, a closed egotism prevents discovering new and different and sometimes silly, foolish or seemingly lowly things. The queers may be cynical, but because their nature tramples on proper sexual decorum,. Spencer looks up, but is blinded by the intense light. An uneasy feeling flutters about him. The woman walks in and moves to his side to begin helping him to his feet. Spencer doesn’t pull away and instead he cooperates. “We must move quickly, before anyone notices you are missing,” she says with a comforting voice.“Who are you?” Spencer asks, his voice a bit shaky.A smile comes to her face that he isn’t able to see due to the temporary blindness he faces because of the light. “My name is. As he kneeled on the floor licking and sucking my pink wet tight pussy. Sending jolts of excitement through my body. I told him to kneel like a dog with ass in the air. Every time he lowered that ass I would whip it and those smooth balls. As I whipped that ass while eating my pussy it sent even more excitement through my body. I asked him if he liked it and he replied yes MISTRESS lowly. I whipped it again saying I can't hear you. He strongly replied YES MISTRESS do it again. I found myself.