I 'did' Cameron three more times that afternoon. By the time we left work to return to the hotel, she was a bundle of pent-up horniness that threated ...o explode and destroy the county with her passion. In the car, she pulled up her dress to her waist so I could see her pussy. Anyone in a higher vehicle, such as a pickup truck could also see her pussy, but Cam didn't seem to care. She wanted my attention.As we drove, Cam said, "I'm drippy. You made me that way. You made my vagina start to. "It is time for your shower, slave," the metallic voice said, "I am permitting you to wash yourself. I will remove you arm-binder as well as your collar and mask. Your eyes are to remain shut or I will inflict more pain than you could possible imagine. Do you understand, slave?"Stephanie nodded her head, remembering how painful the prod really was.The stranger led her hopping into the shower and then unbuckled the collar from around her throat. It was a relief to have it off but the relief was. He was as charming and polite as ever, our table was reserved right by the balcony where we could look out over the street below, but instead if sitting opposite me, he took the seat beside me and I smiled as I felt his right hand sliding up between my thighs."Right mister" I said sternly as he stroked the flesh of my thighs above my stockings, "What new terms are you offering me and what do you want from me?" First of all" he grinned, "I want regular access to this" and a finger brushed. All I had to do was apply a littlepressure, and my rod popped between her pussy lips.Jenny groaned as her pussy settled down over me. Then shelooked back at Chris. “What are you waiting for?” sheasked him.“Huh?” he said.“This is a sandwich shop, isn’t it? Well, the newest itemon the menu is the ‘Jenny’ sandwich. I want to blow youwhile your buddy pumps out my pussy!” Chris was satisfied as I was at this development. Nowonder she had said she.