She just…tries too hard.” He couldn’t be serious, but she wanted to believe he was. Now her breath was becoming strained. “Take off your pan...ies,” he urged softly. She was painfully aware of his gaze rolling over the treacherous geography of her breasts, but the thought of him seeing the shaven pout of her pussy was terrifying in a way that made her lips feel thick and sodden. “Go ahead. Show me.” As much as she wanted to plead with him not to make her reveal the pussy she couldn’t imagine. Sheyelped as I entered her all the way so that my groin pushed right up toher butt cheeks, and as I pulled back out, she let out a breath andasked to be fucked like a whore, to pump my cock hard into her. Ireplied without words and began to fuck her. The tightness of her ass was incredible, holding me more firmly than anywoman's vagina I had ever fucked. It seemed to grip my cock and withevery stroke, hold onto me just a bit more strongly. I leaned forwardand began first stroking Karen's. The bulge in his mesh shorts betrayed any coolness that he might have had to the situation. He tried to cover it up, but by the time the elevator stopped at the 8th floor and opened, he was at full attention. She watched as he tried to make a sweeping motion with his arm to let her out of the elevator without uncovering his crotch, but it was a futile effect. His other hand-even holding his towel and suit- was pitifully inadequate at covering up what was clearly not a pitifully inadequate. She watched them walk away, smiling and exchanging a kiss every now and then.Would she be next?With that sad thought Helen wanted to run after Rebecca and warn her; but what good would that do. This was her problem, not Rebecca’s.The sun broke through a gap in the building opposite her but with little warmth left in it to combat the cold evening air. Helen finished the coffee and walked across the road. Pushing the door to the studio open, she sneaked inside, switched on the single bank of.