She heads to my closet and dons the pair of black heels she finds there and then heads back toward the bed. Now here I am on my back on the black silk...sheets with Wendy on top of me seated on my thighs. My rock hard cock is pushing against the cloth of my boxers as she kisses and licks my neck and chest. Long dark perfumed hair falls across my face as she does this and it makes me want her even more. She finally sits up and I notice her green eyes are lit with desire.Her silky bra is unfastened. ” Men on both sides shot their loads on her face. A fingers reached out to spread her lips and a cum load shot into her mouth.“Drink up Cum Slut.” “Cum Slut” “Cum Whore.” “White Trash.”Men reached out running their hands over her flesh. Her battered meat was pinched, twisted, slapped. Jolene screamed. She begged for help, to be taken off the terrible platform.The Club BOSS laughed. “STEP BACK” “Back. Quiet”“Taking off his belt he doubled it over and dragged it slowly over her body.”Jolene. I said he should pretend I’m not here and masturbate all he needs and more, if I can help it.He pulled over at the next rest stop and had to do the same. No hesitation, no apologies, no judgments. While he jerked off we talked about the sensations I just had and how often, when and where I like to ejaculate. He explored my cock with his own hands as we talked. I talked about jerking off with my neighbor a couple years ago- he had taught me to masturbate like I do. I cleaned up my dick, but. Two months after we agreed to separate, he came to me."Kathy, do you remember Connie Sutherland?" What about it?" I asked, not sure why he was asking. 'Connie Sutherland' was the name on a fake ID that I used when I was in college. I was almost a year younger than everyone else so I used it to be able to go places with my friends. I threw the ID away on my eighteenth birthday."I've been thinking. I know you haven't seen her in a while, but do you think you could give her a call? I was telling.