”I didn’t understand what she was talking about, but hearing the words sex leave her lips was enough to make my cock throb. “How are you differe...t?” I said. “I like to be treated like a whore. Gagged, spanked, and degraded. And I’m sure Mr Greene you can help with that.She moved closer reaching for my hand and moving it up her thigh to her wet cunt. “Treat me like that slut I am, Mr Greene”I grabbed her by the throat throwing her to the coach. I reached and pulled her knickers down, tearing. She was slick with need, fragrant with her own sweet scent of arousal, her clit erect between hot, puffy labia. My tongue slid eagerly between those soft pink curtains as she moved her hips, and I groaned with pleasure at the sensation of her perfect pussy gliding against my lips. Of its own accord, my body responded, hips thrusting upward in arousal, and I felt Tori’s little ass crush against my balls as I jammed the last, thick, remaining inch of my cock into her.She cried out, swearing at. About 5 mins later one of them introduced himself to us as Derek, he said "I don't mean to be rude but did you read the sign on the door" we replied yes & laughed, he said "any chance then" again we laughed. He went off back to his mates & me & the wife carried on talking.she pipes up & says "that guy was quite fit, i bet he's got a massive cock" i replied by saying "don't go there" my wife then says "come on lets join them for a drink, it might be fun"we went over & introduced ourselves, the. She is a bit older than me, brunette, B sized breasts covered only by her oversized t-shirt, going down her tight body down to her tight shaved pussy and long soft legs. I grab her sweet bubble of an ass, but theres no time for that much fun, ofcourse, sunday morning, its time for church. But today we have plans for a special time at church, so she wears a dress, no panties. I just go in a nice shirt and pants.When we get there its just the usuall, we talk to the preacher for a minute and then.