Terry is the kind of slut I hate. I hate all sluts, but Terry's kind in particular."What gets you off in your personal life?"She looks at me stupidly,...and repeats the question to herself. I wait a second and ask again, "yeah, what do you like in your personal life?"She thinks about it for a second, and responds "Drinking beer."This is important. It's important because I have just been given the insight that Terry probably doesn't like sex. To her sex is just a way to get what she wants."What do. .it was around 1 am we left from the lounge and as we sat in the car on a pretext of putting her seat belt I touched her boobs and as soon as I did that she grabbed my palm and stared me with angry eyes.I was scared and right then she said “if you like them show them how much you like them” and placed my hand on her boobs trust me guys they were so soft that I felt like they melted in my palm now I was going crazy on them right then we realised we were still in public and I started driving off. How his eyes burned into her as he watched her. How she had brazenly exposed herself, enjoyed him looking at her, openly masturbated in front of him. Cum so powerfully. As she soaped her tits and pussy her fingertips grazed her clit. It throbbed to be touched. But his words echoed on her head. She was not allowed to cum without his permission. She smiled. She lathered her cunt hair and took the new razor. Slowly and carefully she shaved every fold and grove until her pussy lips were smooth. As. It turns out she now worked as a stewardess for a major airline, so the conversation turned to world travel and somehow the talk turned to tales of miss behaving whilst away from home, all innocent flirting, or so I thought. I noticed that her loose dress was held closed with a belt sporting a butterfly motif, the neckline offering brief glimpses of her young pert breasts, they are totally inappropriate thoughts on my behalf, but I can’t stop my eyes from wandering. She takes notice of the.