I struggled with my skirt to cover my behind on the high stool. "Leave it alone, let everyone have a good look at your arse slut." I sat down feeling ...o ashamed. The waitress gave me a disgusting look when she came over. "I'll have the peppered steak and the slut will have the chicken." he told her. When we finished our food the bar tender came over and started chatting with my husband. He was looking at the collar. "That's interesting." My husband turned to me "What are you." he asked. I. ” He shrugged. “It’s late but I’m sure I’ll be able to find someone to take off their bra for three-grand. No problem.”“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said quickly. He knew I needed the money.Jameel smiled. ”Do a good job and I’ll throw in an extra five-hundred. Call it a performance bonus,” he said, grinning. “Make sure you sign on the dotted line before you come out,” he added, leaving me alone to chose an outfit.I dressed in the schoolgirl gear as he’d suggested. It was my old school uniform — with a. I had been mere feet away from this goddess, this vision, this masturbation fantasy and handjob maven for several days, a woman I desired and that I knew desired me, and yet had been unable to act on it at all. My best friend didn’t seem to notice my attitude, but he was, I think, a bit naïve and wasn’t really paying attention. He was interested in girls, young ones with perky breasts and tight cute teenage butts. He could have them, I was only interested in the big breasts of his mom, her. Brian looked on in disbelief as he had just seenDanielle’s transformation from his innocent virgingirlfriend into a common fucking whore. The men swarmed around Danielle as the sight of herorgasm had been too much for most of them to stand.Most had now resorted to jacking off onto her face andhuge tits. A few of the men were still brave enough tofuck her, and were rewarded with her orgasming multipletimes per session. What had started as a ploy to hurtBrian had now blurred. Was she.