I hadn't bothered with underwear, it would only get in the way, and the soft fabric was teasing me enormously, a state that was obvious by the way my ...ipples caused dents in the soft see through material.I'd hastily bunched my long tresses into an untidy bun, leaving stray strands of hair hanging down over my face, and special for the occasion I'd decorated my lips with a slutty, cherry red lipstick, the same shade Stephanie was wearing. Because of my lack of underwear, my trim little bush. He held my head with his other hand and soon the first blast of his warm semen slammed into my face, followed by three ones even more powerful.Jasper took off the grip from my hair. "Now go and get my money, bitch" He told me.I began sobbing uncontrollably, realizing that the little bastard used me as a receptacle, just for his pleasure… Handing him the money, I dared to ask him if he had enjoyed it.Jasper laughed, saying I was the sexiest white married slut of the whole neighborhood… and the. I looked downand saw that I was wearing her dress, with my right hand I probed mytorso and I felt my large breasts and the bra I was wearing, I couldsense also the taste of lipstick in my mouth and when I blinked Inoticed my eyelashes were heavier than I was used to, she was probablywearing mascara in her make up. Before I could explore further my pubicarea, however, I was violently extracted from her body and thrown againin the future, in my body, with my hand in the knob, and with. “You’re confusing me.” I took a drink of whiskey. I needed it. “It’s about my love button,” Carlotta said. “What’s wrong,” I said, “did you lose it?” “No,” Carlotta said, “I didn’t lose it but the men I’ve been with have been clueless about its location. That’s my problem. I want to know if there’s a man alive who can find my pleasurenut,” Carlotta said. “This is nuts,” I said. I had to take another drink. “You keep changing the subject. First it’s a man, then it’s a button, now it’s a nut..