"Anything? You know what I want," he picked up his pace, slamming into meharder, and driving deep. "I want you to be our little sissy slut whore ateve...y event," he loosened his grip. I tried to hump his hand, but he pulledaway and started fucking me deep and hard. "What do you say?" he teased mycock again.I moaned as his cock slid in and out me, rubbing my prostate, feeling hornybeyond all belief. I tried to reason out what he was asking, but I waslust-crazed and just agreed. "Yes, oh God,. Did the attention from this older man excite her?"I'm done drying myself now. I usually brush my hair next at the mirror, so that's what I'll do."Now that seemed a little odd to me. It's true that she usually brushed her hair in front of the mirror, but it was almost always AFTER getting dressed. Brushing her hair made her tits bounce up and down. Alex remained glued to the window for the several minutes it took for her to tend to her hair."Done!" she proclaimed as I heard the bathroom light. My hands moved to her hard sweet cheeks and then to her pussy where my fingers easily entered My rigid prick flopped against my belly as Jen gave it some soapy attention. ‘Let’s rinse off and head on to the next nine,’ she said with a grin. ‘Rob, do you have a rubber?’ she asked. ‘In my shaving kit,’ I replied, woefully. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘I had problems with the pill. So I’m afraid it’s no headcovers, no driving. After dinner, then?’ Before I had a chance to reply she nudged me down on. It was agony, but a delicious, erotic, and sublime agony. I hear the door open and I quickly drop to my knees ready to welcome you home. I hear your steps as you ascend the stairs to the bedroom where I am waiting for you, dressed in my prettiest lace panties, together with the nipple clamps of course. You walk into the the bedroom and I look up to see you smile as you notice I am wearing the nipple clamps. Brushing first one then the other with your fingertips, it sends an electric thrill.