" I have never shopped at Walmart, but I saw some interesting items and they are really cheap so I loaded the cart. I probably wouldn't wear half thes... things anyway." Ginger was nice about my request and complied. When it came to what Camille needed--robe, nightgown and pajamas, she held them up and I made the selections. I rounded out our purchases with a pair of slippers for her stepmom. I was sure she wouldn't need these things before tomorrow so we took everything home with us.It was kind. "Tommy, let me go," she whined."I won't take no for an answer." Please stop. You don't know what your fingers are doing to me," she whispered, her voice begging and submissive.I knew exactly what they were doing, but I said, "Tell me what they're doing to you. You feel so wet and juicy. Do you want me to fuck you?" Tommy, oh Tommy, your fingers, oh, oh. I can't take much more." I'm not going to stop. We're going to fuck until I don't want any more."Fingers in her pussy generated a desire she. He grabbed and ripped my shorts off and then took his nightstick from his belt and said."I've got a couple of hard ones for you slut. Speeding tickets are expensive and you need to pay."I felt the hard wooden stick sliding into my used and wet pussy and screeched in delight as he fucked me with it. I was enjoying the feel of that hard wooden pole stretching my pussy as it filled me when his cock, still slick from the short blowjob found my backdoor and entered my ass. Having both holes filled. ‘I feel like it would panic people.And that’s the last thing I want to do. I like some of these people – they’re nice.’ ‘Yeah, they are…’ I smile at Nightwing, but it’s a fake smile, as I am currently dying inside due to how many stairs I’ve climbed today. After what feels like an eternity, we arrive at the tenth floor: the penthouse floor. I use the key in my pocket to unlock the door, and we both enter. ‘Finally!’ I duck just in time for a ball of paper to go soaring past my head at.