I knew I was just a street slut, but I wanted a little respect. Even motel whores need some respect. I started to sniffle. He made them stop. I loved ...him for that, and renewed my efforts to stay still and be quiet. Just then, a rap album started playing songs with a steady beat and angry, obscene lyrics. I loved it immediately, of course. One of the guys leaned down to my ear and asked if I would like to have a popper. I nodded that I would and pretty soon the little bottle appeared at my nose.. .so I asked if he had to leave. He didn’t, but he said he had a film of him fucking his Mrs and he had been wondering whether to show me, hence the phone fumbling. I said I was happy to, if he wanted to show me, and he came across and held the phone as I watched the short film of her sucking and wanking his cock, before he fucked her from behind and came. He was holding the phone throughout, so it wasn’t great as the camera moved around a lot, but it was a turn on to see something so private…I. She started to apply gentle pressure in a downward motion to my lower abdomen to get the flow going. My body was starting to quiver from the mix of sensations it had been receiving. "Please let me flow, Skyler." "Not yet." As she pressed into me I could hear her low moan of pleasure in my left ear. Her position was perfect, I couldn't even withdraw from the pressure of her hands because she had trapped my body between her pelvis behind me and her hands working in front of me. I was captured by. "I could feel her starting to shake, as it hit her that this was really going to happen. So, whatever I did, it was going to have to be quick.I Lifted up her little skirt, and pulled her panties down so fast, that it was just dawning on her. Before she could even try to react, I told her "Count every one, and don't lose the count."I'm sure that was just entering into her thoughts, as the first flat hand hit her ass."I said count, bitch!" One Sir!" Two Sir!" Three Sir"I took it all the way to.