I could see her gaze fixed on the waistband of Zac's shorts with his rock hard, thick dick sticking about three inches out of his waistband. I am sure...he was fully aware, but he did not try to conceal himself. My wife looked at me and asked me to pour her more wine into her empty glass. I saw my wife's hand brush up against Zac's cock, but she was trying to act utterly innocent as if it was just casual unintended contact. Zac commented that it was ok if she wanted to touch as long as it would. I would like a cut ofyour takings though." I am no sex worker," Amy said."Seriously?" the pimp replied. "Looks like you have gone to a lot oftrouble to look like the most famous prostitute on the silver screen tome. And your daughter here is clearly on the game." That's not my mum," Roberta said. "Who are you?" We'll consider your offer and get back to you," Amy said bundlingRoberta into the car."Mum, who is this woman?" Roberta asked me."She used to be your father, Roberta, now she's your. Oh, yes, indeed. It's what I want.My confidence grew, my smile broadened, and I knew it. I could do this. Emboldened, I slipped fingers inside my panties. "I've been waiting for you, Mr Smith… impatiently, I might add." My pussy was very moist. I traced the length of my slit. "Yes, I am sorry for my tardiness, but I thought it best to give you time to get ready rather than barge in like some uncouth oaf. Forgive me, my dear, but I will make it worth your while." His warm smile sent the. "Her hot piss had soaked me and my cock bulged in its tight restraint as Lisa stood up. She looked around, there was no one about."Stand up, turn your back to me," she commanded. I, of course, complied as I felt her hot piss soaking into my tight trousers.A minute or so had passed, I'd heard what sounded like Lisa getting undressed, or was that what I'd hoped? She told me to turn around again and I faced her, fully dressed apart from her sweaty, pissy white knickers she had hanging off her.