"I think that I was VERY clear when I instructed you to ONLY refer to ME as MA'AM!"My wife's head was forced to the side, by the open-hand slap and wh...n she turned around, she was rubbing her cheek as her eyes welled-up."You're a whore, young lady", Ms. J calmly explained, "And for the next few hours, you're MY whore to do with as I please. I have rented your body for the evening, thanks in part to your husband over here." Thanks in part?" My wife asked, fighting to control her tears, "er.... He then put his hand in my pants and started playing with my hardening cock. I looked over at him and smiled. He looked at me and asked, "Feel good?" I nodded in approval. I proceeded to slide his shorts and underwear off to reveal his small, soft dick. I didn't mention this earlier, but I really like soft cocks. I don't know why. I just like them. Anyways, I began rubbing his balls, and his soft dick was short lived. I began stroking his 6 inch penis. We sat there for a little bit, each. Leaning her head against the hot window, Jessica tried her best to sleep through the journey or just close her eyes but the car was so bumpy and George wasn’t the type of person you’d sleep next to whilst being in his vicinity. She looked over at him with disgust. She questioned to herself how he could even drive with the base of steering wheel pressed into the folds of his belly fat.Looking over at Jessica staring, George placed one of his sweaty hands on her smooth thigh and grinned, "Bet. "I love the feeling of all this cum inside of me. I think I'm really a whore. Can I be your whore? I can't live without getting cocks like this. Black cocks, big cocks, quick cocks... I need to be fucked more like a whore... can you be my slut slave keeper? I'll let you fuck whoever and whenever, but I need more cock like this..." Then she told him the hotel room number. I was pumping her good, long and hard. I could tell her pussy was sore, but she was still taking it like she was meant to..