His hand was almost touching the door. His mouth was dry. His legs were trembling slightly. This was the closest he had ever come to actually enteri...g The Beachfront Bar. A few months ago he first drove through the parking lot. That time he hadn’t even slowed down. It was only on his sixth time that he had actually stopped– just for a moment. It was a long, slow path from the parking lot to the door of The Beachfront. Shutting off the engine.... getting out of the car.... walking up. ?Not too bad. I think Mistress will be pleased. Hold ‘em out there while I get a good look! Yeh, okay! Those nipples make you look like you’re cold. Let me warm you up some!? He finishes, flips the interior lights off, the car heater on high. Setting in the darkness, in the middle of thrusting her breasts out as ordered, wet, cold, humiliated, she slowly shakes her head back and forth, reflexively glancing down toward her rock hard nipples as she feels the heat circulating back. . and girly." You mean the Pansy Petticoat Boy?" he grinned. "You should have himhere, watching me fucking his wife for... how long is that now?" - helooked at his silver timepiece - "two hours and forty minutes." And still ready for more," growled Virtue, grinning at his still hardcock. "You have a smoke, Beast Man, while I go and see how mother'senjoying herself with him. Be back in ten minutes for more of thatmonster."He grabbed her arm, pulling her succulent lips onto his, then slung heroff. Lick it. Ohhhhh! What a dirty slut you are." I stand up, grabbing you by the arm. With your hands still cuffed, you need my help standing. "C'mon whore. Here's where I claim you as mine forever more. You will always be my obedient slave and do everything I want." I pull you to the bathroom and push you toward the jacuzzi tub. "Get in and lay down." You obey, looking at me pretty much knowing what's going to happen and accepting it. "Look at me, Emma." You look up into my eyes. In a very.