"You dirty, filthy, little, fucking whore!" Marcus called her, as he started to fuck Estelle's tight arse, "you smoke like a whore, you bitch; smoking...while I fuck you, you, fucking, spunk bucket," Marcus watched as Estelle took a deep drag on her cigarette and moaned with pleasure; her red, obscenely provocative mouth wide open to allow her lover to see the cigarette smoke swirling around inside.Marcus leaned forward and covered Estelle's smoke-filled mouth with his own and probed her moist,. "Besides, I didn't so much mean that you could play with that..."Annette was off, at least. Trina eyed me. "What then?" Well, we know what's out," I replied, "what does that leave? Heavy petting, at least, I'd think..." Not only is he cuddly, he's SMART, too!" Annette giggled, eyes shining. She got up and took my face in her hands and we got serious about the dueling tongues thing, while I mauled a big, soft breast.Trina was happy for a bit sucking, but the moans Annette was making soon drew. Tonight, however, she was visibly frazzled. After lighting the candle and turning off the overhead light, he got in bed beside her and petted her far side. His hand didn't even pass near her breasts. He had, perversely, a raging erection. Her most seductive advances had seldom had the effect on Junior that this request for gentleness did. He ignored it as best he could and concentrated on her.His mind searched for a subject interesting enough to gain her attention yet far enough from them to. I smiled as I sipped my coffee and crossed my legs with the burger still impaled on my heel. A few people passed by during this time and one guy even said, ‘excuse me, but you’ve got some food stuck on your shoe’. ‘Yes, I know’, I replied, ‘it’s for my slave there’. He grinned, glanced at my slave and walked away. (I wonder if he was in some way jealous ? If so, what a missed opportunity for him – I would have really enjoyed humiliating two at once !). Replacing my heels on the ground, I.