She had opened the wall between the two apartments and created a spacious, comfortable suite of rooms, retaining the sliding glass doors that gave ont... the balcony. Using her architectural skills, she had been able to reduce the wall between the two balconies to a simple, elegant arch. She had decorated the rooms with Moroccan rugs, colorful textiles and with paintings, books and prints she loved.As soon as she was in the door, she pulled her dress over her head, going naked through the rooms.. “You have my word that everything you tell me will be between us. Your mother will never be privy to this conversation.” He nodded sullenly.“How often do you masturbate, James?”He bowed his head again, simply unable to respond. She knew the question was unbearable for him.“Twice? Three times a week?” she said.He shook his head.“More often?”“Y-yes Miss Paris,” he said weakly. “Five times a week?” “Every night, Miss Paris. Sometimes twice a day.”“That’s a good boy, James. You see, you can confide. Soon the guy fucking her was pumping faster inside her and releasing his warm cum into her tight pussy. The second guy also used her skirt to clean his cock and gave her ass a slap before moving. Before the 4th guy could move behind her the driver moved her face off his cock leaving her connected to him with long strands of slaiva. Sarah was made to crawl over to her own car where she was laid flat on her bonnet, her legs placed either side of the hole in her front bumper, the driver climbed up. I giggle a bit and you look at me semi amazed, I don’t even have to ask if you liked that, I know you did. I wipe your some of your cum off my face onto my finger, teasing you like I did before, I do this twice more before it’s all gone, you say your kind of surprised that I like the taste, I just smile, how can I not? It’s sweet And sticky, just like candy. You ask if I’ve had enough, I say no and glacé at your still semi hard dick, I am ready for that to be inside me, I hope you still have.