His dad who right behind his mom was furious. He told Mark to goupstairs and get out of his mother's clothes and put on his own.Mark protested that h...e didn't have anything nice or pretty to wear. Buthe thought he was in trouble, not for wearing the dress and stuff butfor wearing his mom's things without asking her. A young lady neverborrows someone else's things without asking. Mark went up stairs andtook off all his mom's clothes and was standing there naked, not knowingwhat to wear. Mark's. She was wearing dark blue jeans and white overcoat. She looked stunning and I told her this. She blushed and thanked me.She sat behind my Yamaha FZS FI bike. Because of the bike’s pillion seat, she has to hug me or sit very close to me. She was leaning against my back. I loved it as her smell and touch turned me on. We roamed around the city in my bike and stopped at few places. She took few photos and I was ostensibly happy to click her photos as she was incredibly sexy. This photo session was. They drive for a short while and they enter a small, empty road.“I think this will do, “ Kim says while looking around.“Okay, I'll stop here, “ he replies.Mark stops the car and puts it in park. They both unbuckle their seat belts and Mark also unzips the zipper of his jeans exposing his already swollen cock. Kim is surprised: It is bigger than the pictures he sent her while they were chatting on social media.“Do you like what you see?” Mark asks with a naughty smile.“Yes, I do! It looks much. Tammy moved up to my face, looking me in the eyes, "you filthy slut! You like my man tearing up your little man pussy, don't you?" "Yes" gasping now. She slapped my face, hard. twice! "You call me Mistress, Slut!" "Yes, Mistress" Jake was still choking me, my voice barely a rasp. "I couldn't hear you" she yelled, punctuating each of her words with as hard slap to my face. Jake took his hand off the front of my neck, and forced my head down to the bed, pulling out of my ass, and spanking my ass.