H seemed to like sticking his finger in my slight protuberance of flesh that served as my asshole, which I did not mind as it was nice that this perfe...t stranger was cupping my naked cheek with a view to fucking my ass that night.After a few hours of toying and teasing we drove back to his place, about one and a half hours drive, with me in the front seat, performing a sex act on him as he drove and filmed, and hubby like a good gentleman, sitting in the back seat, casually admiring the fir. He would stare out at the street, slowly shake his head, turn and walk inside. Anyone could tell he was steeling himself to face his home and family.At 10:30 A.M., Mrs. Malloy would leave for work in a long coat covering up her Shooters waitress uniform. Shooters, a local watering hole and restaurant, was themed sort of along the line of a national chain with a similar name. The biggest difference was the waitresses at Shooters were all considerably older than those found at the famous national. They were a motley crew, somewhat of a "gang" in that the women were all neighbors who did not fit in elsewhere and had gravitated to each other. They had just bought the usual Southern Comfort and beer to take back to the small abandoned apartment they claimed as the venue for their nightly party.Latisha Bell was a tall and powerfully built young woman of 19 years, and was the acknowledged ring leader of the group. Neither Latisha nor her friends Tawana Jones and Tisha Quarles were by any. Oh please Sir, fuck my pussy, you fucker Sir. No he said. You haven't begged me nicely enough. And he went back to sucking my pussy. Now this is my kind of guy. A guy who gets into a little domination sex play. A guy who appreciates and likes slutty girls. A guy, who is amused being cock teased. So I came again. Beg for it, you little bitch. Oh please Sir, fuck my pussy. He shoved his dick in my cunt and fucked me for a while. My pussy was so wet. We sat up, and I begged him to pet my pussy.