I was already sensitive, a little swollen even. I rubbed myself with my fingertips for a little bit before taking my clit in between my index finger a...d thumb and started rolling it gently. I moaned, this time even louder as I felt myself grow close to finishing. "That's it, good girl." He said, his breathing heavier. I love it when he calls me a 'good girl'. He wanted me to be a good girl and I wanted nothing more than to listen to him. My clit was sensitive, only getting me more wet the. It did not take long before his fingers slid under the fabric and into her pussy.This was crazy. I was driving while my wife was laid the back seat, her jeans down to her knees, eyes shut, moaning and smiling, while a stranger was sucking on her nipples and fingering her pussy…I was enjoying the situation as much as Anita was.She asked me how much further to the motel and I told her about ten minutes. She said she could not wait…Ana took off her jeans and she straddled Phil’s lap, sliding the. I love the sound of fear in your voice. It's starting to turn me on."I stopped screaming. Instead I yelled at her, "I knew it! You fucking lezzy! God damn it! Let me go!"She grabbed a handful of my hair and held my head up off the hassock. I cried out in pain. She ignored that and with her lips right by my ear she said, "I'm not a lezzy. But one of the many things you're going to learn today is what it's like to be one. Tell me, Brenda, are you a virgin?"I gasped in pain as she twisted my hair. She smiled, and licked her lips. She grabbed my hand and quickly lead me too the small single bathroom, and locked the door. Her smooth voice escaped her lips. "Oh my God, you're definitely a wet one, aren't you?" She said with a hint of tease in her voice. I stammered, "I-I...uhm..." I've never been aroused by somebody so intensely, and quickly. She ran her hand up my thigh, and over my pulsating, wet (almost dripping) pussy. She shoved me against the tile wall and unbuttoned my shirt. "Don't.