My cock quivers with anticipation. I whisper something into her ear. She grins and switches places with me on the bed. She turns and straddles my bod... as she watches you.I prop my head up to watch you too as she positions herself over my cock. Your eyes lock with hers as she grips my cock and lowers herself slowly onto it. Your face turns from hers to mine as you connect with each of us in turn. You stand up as you watch and slowly remove your bra, then pull your panties down. You can see my. . I... I don't know," Henrietta stammered in an honest answer to the question."Then I think I have a proposition for you, sweetie. Would you go to bed with a man for an hour for $200? Or for a night for $600?"You mean like? Like a prostitute?
"Not really sweetie. We'd be in control of who saw you and you could stop when you had enough money. We call girls who do this, Escorts." But sir? Like, how much would I make" That depends on how good you are and how many repeat clients you get. Certainly. He fumbled in his pack for a field dressing, "you stupid boy" yelled the Sergeant "that's for you or you're mates if your injured, not to be thrown away on a bitch we'll probably have to shoot before the day's out". "Then what..." he started, then turned back to Frey who lay face down in the mud sobbing quietly. He grabbed the top of her coarse sodden dress behind her neck and ripped it down to her waist, baring her back. Then he tore it across for a few inches before tearing it back up to. You dance along to the music with the kids while I drive, trying to keep one eye on the road, one eye on your prominently displayed cleavage, and one eye on your gyrating hips. Wearing a seat belt means you can't move much, but you roll your stomach and grind your hips to the music... all the time making sure that your breasts are in view any time I venture a look. There is pure mischief in your eyes and my cock is straining against my jeans by your display. 15 minutes of this and we are.