. but, she was so good at acting the part.Dominique was doing an amazing job. They both were.Agonizing screams blasted through the car's speakers with...crystal clarity. He could hear the sound of her slave's body desperately splashing against the cold filthy walls of the hatch as he quivered under her weight. Dominique truly was a queen, sitting majestically on her slave, seemingly indifferent to his cries. He zoomed in closer to get a better look at her perfect ass spreading wonderfully over. I woke briefly when Bill kissed me goodbye the next morning. I said, ‘I love you, honey, you know that, don’t you?’ Bill smiled and said, ‘I’ll see you tonight, honey. Maybe we can have a rematch?’ I moaned softly and said, ‘That would be nice.’ Now, I knew that would not happen but it was a lovely thought. It was still dark out and I went back to sleep. I heard the buzzer going off. Stretching, I laid there a moment, thinking how my day was going to go. The moment I began thinking of that I. My eyes flick left and right, trying to see if anyone is watching. People nearby are reading papers, doing crosswords, listening to music, each absorbed in his or her own private little world. But you are in my world and I am in yours. Your hand rests casually against my pubic mound. Slowly at first, as if by accident, you start to massage it, two fingers pushing between my thighs. Squeezing and rubbing, you crease and wrinkle my jeans tight against my pussy. I feel them rubbing directly. ..you might wanna take your clothes off before going in there."Violet said, "Your cum is dripping off the ceiling in here, so yeah, take them off." She then giggled and went back to working Jack's impressive cock on the tv screen while taking off her own clothes.I disrobed and grabbed the towel and climbed in the box. It was warm and smelled of sex in here. My wife was lustily working his cock and I became transfixed on the scene. She was so wet she was dripping juices down her legs. Jack.