Her nipples were beginning to elongate. Her breathing was starting to deepen. I was actually starting to arouse her. I was shocked! The ‘working gir...s’ didn’t make love totheir customers. They didn’t actually even fuck them. They sort of just laid there, whispering things like, ‘Time almost up’, or ‘hurry up’, or ‘done yet’?’ and let the customer do all the work. For the guy it was like masturbating, except it was into a warm body instead of a blowup doll. That’s why I felt like a hero when I. ...I'd been DPd before a couple of times but this was different....I knew those guys....and having a cock in my mouth at the same time was so wonderful. I was like a rag doll and continued swallowing loads from cocks that had been deep in my holes. Finally I had had enough...had to use the bathroom...bad...and just needed a break...I was getting sore! All the guys were so nice and helped me up , slapping my ass as I slinked my way to the bathroom.After I cleaned myself up and tried to get ready. Hostel nundi bayataku voccha chinna ga varsham vostundi……….gate bayata kocchi chusa road py evaru leru……….tvara tvaraga naduchu kuntu church venakala quarters voddaku cheranu……….hod quarter bayate nilchoni unnadu nannu chudagane lonikelli poyadu………nenu nannu evaru chudadam ledani confirm chesukoni quarter loni kelli poya……………..naa gunde veganga kottu ko saagindi………nenu loniki raagane tanu door bolt vesadu nenu velli akkade unna sofa lo kurchunna………..naa bhayam inka taggala…………..tanu vocchi naa. It slowed almost to a stop. "Oh my god," Beverly whimpered. She tilted her head down and was turning pink. The driver rolled down the window and was staring at Beverly, more specifically at her tits, as he kept the car moving at only a snail's pace. I kept fucking Beverly with the same technique to make her tits swing and jiggle as much as possible. The driver looked away for a second. Then he held a cell phone out the window of the car, pointed directly at us. As the car crawled closer I.