Micky Wilson was now open for business and the line of customers was impressive. A few hours later she had been fucked bowlegged by nearly half...the men attending her grand opening. By then her cunt lips were fat with blood from all the pounding her tight young twat had been taking. A pool of cum had formed just below her spread crotch, which was oozing a steady stream of fluid from all the loads thar had been deposited into her previously. Micky's head dangled over the edge of the bench,. At first glance the crowd applauded as she strutted around the living room, setting the blaster down on the coffee table as she went. I stared in almost disbelief at how hot Holly looked in the white ruffled blouse and the short plaid skirt from the catalogue. Her legs were encased in white knee length socks with black platform shoes and as she danced I caught a glimpse of the thin material of her white cotton panties contrasting her firm, tanned thighs. For all intents and purposes she was. She pulled his towel open and got on her knees before he could react.“What are you doing?”“What I have wanted to do since I turned 18. Suck your hard cock and swallow your cum.”His staff was now standing at attention, but he had a worried look on his face.“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve never had your dick sucked before.”“Well I haven’t actually.”She looked at him with a puzzled look. “You’re kidding, right?”“No, Diane didn’t like to do that, and she didn’t want me to go down on her. They drove in eerie silence to their destination -- a concert. The music was nice; the club was dark and packed, forcing them to squeeze together. He stood behind her as she leaned against the railing. Letting the sounds of the artist, he introduced her to; fill the air with his deep, folk and lovelorn sound. His hands were on her shoulders, and then slid down her back until they sank into the curve of her waist. He held her there; the motion so eerily familiar, it gave her pause. His fingers.