The tips of my nipples are clearly visible to anyone looking down.“Mmm, Annie, that’s so naughty!”I don’t think Sarah knows just how much is s...owing from my angle, but I’m afraid I'm getting into this now.“How about you, Sarah? I think your bra needs to come off now.”“You’ve got to say, “I dare you…” ”“Okay, I dare you to take your bra off, Sarah.”“I thought you’d never ask, Annie.”And she has hers off quick as a flash. Not sure how she made that look so easy. Perhaps she does it a lot. And her. She beamed.“I guess she had to go in early,” I sighed. Zoë opened the washroom and entered before me.“Zoë! I need to pee,” I pleaded.“And I need to shower,” She retorted. She had been about to roll her eyes. Her cheeks flared red, “Oh my God! I can’t believe I need to get used to privacy again.” She exited her whisper into a giggle, “Pee quick. I stink.”“Get out of the door,” She hurried aside as I rushed in.“Don’t start or finish with Connie,” Zoë was counting on her fingers up until nine. I. A finger slide down my back in between my ass checks and in my pussy lips. “Good whore you look very tight.” Tears ran freely down my face, my poor pussy open to the air and anything this man wanted. “Get on your knees,” he grunted at me. I slid off his lap and sat there looking at him. The masked man never took his eyes off of me as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his hard cock. I couldn’t move. It stood hard, straining toward me. A small glint of presume pooled at the top. A shiver went. I partially covered myself with the towel I was sitting on but made sure the towel didn’t fall between my legs hiding my cock from her view. I just lay there lightly playing with myself waiting for her arrival.About five minutes later I heard her pickup truck door close then her walking down sidewalk on the side of the house carrying her supplies. Just as she got to the screen I noticed she was wearing shorts and a tiny halter top. As she got to the screen door I turned my head so it looked.