I parted my legs, my feet a good three feet apart. I realised then he had a great view of my pussy as he clicked away with his camera phone. “Yes.�...� He said, “Just like that.” I stood up and turned around, letting them both see my hairy pussy. They clicked away like mad things and I could see bulges in both their trousers. Shop assistant piped up then, “Let us see you wearing something else.” “Like what?” He went over to the lingerie section and picked out a fishnet mini-dress. The thing would. Again his fingers drifted across my pussy lips. Now I was getting really turned on. Biting on my knuckle, I turned my head to look up into Master's face. He was staring at my bottom with such lust in his eyes, it made me quiver inside. Marveling at the intensity of his gaze, I missed the fact that his hand raised off of my body again and only realized it when his hand came cracking down on my ass. I jumped involuntarily. This caused him to look me in the eye. I saw his steel resolve and. “I’m not a prostitute,” I said. “You see those people over there,” I pointed to the three cars parked along the highway’ “those two girls and those other two guys are my friends and the big dude is my husband). The girls were dressed slutty like me; drinking beer and listening to music; “My friends and husband dared me to fuck with a stranger.”The man looked at my friends and husband and then looked back at me, I could tell he wanted to fuck me but he did not seem sure about it.“I’m sorry, I. ” My stomach tightened, but my pussy had a mind of its own, and I felt it moisten up at the thought of the tall, exotic eastern European beauty. “Ah, I see. Then this is…” “This is Jocelyn-Anne Wilkins, my teacher.” My skin burned. If she had called me her slut or something else derogatory, it wouldn’t have been half as shameful as being introduced with my full name and the forbidden nature of our relationship. “Say hello, Miss Wilkins!” “Hello,” I stammered and extended a hand, waiting for the.