Why don’t we just agree not to talk about football? I mean we are being paid to work.”Sue laughed. “Where’s the fun in that?”“You consider...sending me these videos fun? It’s juvenile!”“How do you know that I did it?”“Because it is just like something you would do.” Gwen shook her head. “I dare you to deny it.”“Dare me? Why don’t you bet me?”“What do you mean?”“How about we put a wager on the upcoming game?”“Only if the terms include you shutting up about the results, too.”“I’m only willing to do. ...it's been a long time since then and you need something a little more constant. I can't get down here very often when you're free. Assume the position Fuckslut....we don't have a LOT of time."You stand up and move to the back seat, as you kneel down on the seat you drop your pants showing me how wet your pussy is and as you bend over you reach back to spread your ass cheek to show me your black cock loving asshole. "Are you really questioning if this is your ass or not?? Do YOU not remember. He continued licking at her crotch until finally she could resist him no longer. She lifted her hips in the air, rolled her panties down over her legs and kicked them carelessly in the air. They landed on the television tuning knob, the damp crotch swinging directly into the face of an announcer doing a used-car commercial with a skunk he was calling his dog, Spot. She giggled at the ridiculous picture it made."I wonder if I could sell pussy on TV," she mused. "I could use my dog, Meat, to help. He does just as you wish. He sucks on that finger as I bury my tongue deep into your throat. Both the driver and I reach for opposite breasts and gently massage them through the material of your gown. But no, you want more, you reach up with both hands and pulled apart the material that covers your breasts to expose both of them to the world and all who must be watching from the cars around us. The driver and I oblige your demand and place our hands on your breasts to your delight. You respond.