Marisol enjoyed her infamous reputation because it made her the center of attention and helped to keep her in the style to which she had become accust...med. She slid easily into a dissolute manner of existence with perhaps too many men, too much to drink, and far too much pleasure of a kinky variety.One of her weaknesses was for the use of a mask while giving oral satisfaction perhaps derived from her early training "under the table". She would often don a mask with other females of loose morals. My pussy was anticipating the touch; as always been, my body was betraying me; because now I could feel that I was getting wet just from the thought of being touched by a stranger. A black stranger with a huge black rough hand. I felt his long fingers moving inches closer to my cunt.The man slightly moved his finger and touched my pussy lips through my drenched thong. He probably could feel how wet I was. His fingers kept moving in tiny circles on my swollen clit. I was feeling like I was about. I finish my pint and signal the barkeep for another. Your thumb is gently stroking the smooth skin of my back and I’m trying my damnedest to not quake all over. I turn to look at you, and as I do the hand on my leg slides a little higher. “I can’t.” I protest. “You sure?” you dip your head and press a kiss against my neck, the thumb on my leg stroking, sliding even higher, slipping up the hem of my skirt. “No,” I manage to gasp. “No what love?” “I’m not sure.” I manage to ground out. You. .. What Antoinette did wasagainst your wishes... We're... we're just putting right what wentwrong... for both of us." Sam gasped for breath, finding even a scantfew sentences enough to send his chest heaving for air beneath hiscorseted uniform. He tugged even more firmly at the hem of his dress asGerard swept the camera downwards towards his legs."Putting right what went wrong..." Gerard echoed, pondering the words. "An interesting choice of phrase of which I fully ascribe to." Hestepped.