Unghhh," she heard his licentious grunts of pleasure to her soft-hand manipulation, and suddenly she was conscious of the older woman behind her and h...r fingers raising the back of her dress and crawling teasingly up her thighs toward her pantyless buttocks.Knowing what was expected of her, Sandy slowly let her thighs open as she continued to stroke Max Keele's hugely pulsating cock, feeling his wife's long slender fingers exploring from the rear between her legs with feminine gentleness the. “I knew it. I bet you fuck forty bums a week, you worthless slut.”It was totally humiliating, being degraded like this.The fingers were still probing. Damnit just fuck me and get it over with!He was caressing her clit now. Brenda tried to ignore it. Tried to go elsewhere in her mind. Let this be over. Let it be someone else it’s happening too.He continued on her clit. And she felt herself moistening. NO!But there was no doubt about it. His playing with her clit was drawing a response. I was just stunned that he'd do something like that.We went back to the hotel and once in my room he got me really decked out in a very short time. As we left I glanced at myself in the mirror. I almost backed out. He had me wearing a short... very short pleated skirt and a very slinky top. I could see the straps of my garters below the hem of the dress as a matter of fact.I looked like a hooker... almost. My breasts... tits were hanging freely underneath my top and I could see them clearly. . s...sorry, I didn't know you were in here, and I'm desperate."I noticed her never took his eyes of my exposed pussy while he spoke to me but he was finally forced to look away when he turned to leave."Don't go, I'm just about finished, and don't worry - it was my fault for not snibbing the door, anyway. I'll be off in a minute and you can go." I had pulled some paper off the roll and was wiping myself as I spoke and Mike turned around and watched me finish, stand up and pull up my nickers and.