My first thought was “Damn she’s hot!” before I realized that she was me. I certainly did look good, Jim had left some makeup and I applied it a... best I could. Some color on my eyes and cheeks, and bright red lipstick. I looked again and couldn’t see me anymore. All I saw was a whore. Tears welled up in my eyes, as my cock throbbed mercilessly. I looked for the list Jim had said I’d find. It read: Serve drinks and food as needed. (Everything is in the kitchen.) Empty ashtrays. Be respectful,. It was a warm and quite tender relationship for all of us. Another group that required me to be blindfolded, consisted of three, sometimes four, gentlemen who wanted me to be dressed in a pre-arranged female garb. On various occasions I was a little girl in school uniform, or a prostitute, or a French maid, or a nurse. On each occasion, after initially acting out my role somewhat amateurishly, I found myself fully committed to being that person I was intended to be. Sometimes the act led to my. I reached for the seatbelt and while fastening them, my hands rubbed against her breasts. It was the first time, he touched her there after being grown up. She didn’t wake up.I tried calling her but my mom was a sound sleeper and she wouldn’t wake up very easily. It was very strange because I was feeling sexually aroused by that small touch. I had a hard-on. I wanted to masturbate right then in front of her. I thought of pulling over the car by roadside and masturbate with my mom besides me but. He’d never seen her like this before. The need was nothing new but the rawness of her sounds, the roughness of her touch… it was like she’d decided to hold nothing back. He fucked her hard, letting out all of the frustrations of the past months, each one of his thrusts forcing a short, sharp breath from her. She slipped her fingers between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. He groaned and moved his hand from her breast to her throat, curving his fingers around the base while he kept up his.