And this bloke saying he felt like he'd wasted his money, well that was a no-no in his book, because his togs are the blokes who pay his rent for him,... right? What it all comes down to is, it's the togs, not the models, who've got to be kept happy. So if one of his paying customer gets pissed off and feels like he's wasted his hard-earned, well that's a big problem for Carlton cause he might lose a good repeat punter. So he asks the bloke if he's paid the girl and the bloke says he has. So my. The incident happen when we were much older, but still naïve and innocent and also reaching puberty and discovering the world of sex.It was one Summer afternoon and my friend; well name him Steve, suggested we play a game of “Dare” and as per normal I accepted, I had a bit of a reputation of never turning down a “Dare”, normally it resulted in me getting hurt physically, but this day it was different. We were playing around my friend’s home and by a row of garages set behind where his Parents. If she ever did this again, there would be no shoes.They stood, behind the canoe, and she reached in for her bra.THAT's when his hands slid around her sides, and cupped her bare breasts.She was completely unprepared for it, and the effect was devastating. His hands squeezed as she fell back from the canoe, her top held limply in one un-responding hand. His fingers traced over her nipples, and squeezed them gently. She saw stars. It was everything she could do just to drag in a breath of air.. I loved it as we rocked forward again and again.We fucked each other.My tits swayed beneath me, smacking together. I rammed my cunt down the dildo over and over again. It was an amazing delight. I loved this so much. I savored every second of slapping my ass into Pyrriah’s while the dildo stirred up my cunt.“Las’s big dick!” I moaned, the pleasure rushing through me. “Oh, Gods, that’s good.”“It is,” she moaned. “Gods damn, this toy is melting my cunt!”“Good!”I rocked back hard, slapping my rump.