“Are you ready for me to fuck you missionary style?,” Roger asks as he slides a pillow under my ass.“Show our guests what a good fuck you are in...this position baby. He really is very good, his cock is like an iron bar with you watching,” I smile, very aroused as I put my legs over his shoulders.“That is awesome, fucking awesome,” Maria murmurs as she watches Roger slowing sliding the full length of his erection into me, right up to his balls, then slowly withdrawing, so he has just the tip of. After walking outside I knew I had one more task to do so I walked to the ATM to the left of the store. As I stood there typing in my password etc. to draw out some money I could feel the wind gusting the back of my dress up in little billowy blows. Then one stronger gust blew it up over my back a little. I knew my bum was on show, it quickly fell down again though but before I left the ATM there were two or three more nice little gusts that teased the dress hem higher.On the way back to my car. . . . . Lizvette stood and faced me, framed by the open window behind her and all the flashing lights and colors of the Las Vegas night that filled the sky. She reached to her neck and unfastened the choker that held the front of her gown up, then unzipped and let the gown fall to the floor. Now naked, she stooped to pick up the cock ring from the ottoman and walked to the bed. On the far side of it she piled pillows high against the headboard, pulled down the bedspread and crawled onto the. He turned his attention to the pile of mail on the table.One item was the phone bill; there was some junk-mail, as usual; not much else. The final item was an envelope that had been placed in the box by Mrs. Wilkinson. He recognized her handwriting scribbled across the front. It was probably his receipt for December's rent, he thought, but it was odd because she seldom used an envelope, just stuck the receipt loose in his box. It was probably because of the weather.James tore the envelope open.