I told Sally to get out and go and sit on the picnic bench near where I had parked. She looked at me with pleading eyes. I could see why she didn't wa...nt to go, just a small distance away were a small group of men. I smiled to myself as my Slut got out of the car and walked over to the picnic bench. The small group of men saw her and wolf whistled.I joined Sally and told her to sit on the edge of the picnic bench. She repositioned herself onto the edge and I pulled the front of her skirt up, her. You can seeit's the biggest room down here and fully equipped for any occasion aworking bitch may find herself with"I looked around the big bedroom; there was a large four-poster bed, twowalls full of fitted wardrobes with full length mirrors on them all.The ceiling was also fully mirrored so that every bit of floor spacecould be viewed in reflection.There were two large chests of drawers which he opened to reveal all ofthe lingerie and stockings that had been accumulated over the last nineor. She could see them but they couldn't see her. That wasthe way she liked it. They were low-life's, a bunch of niggers, spicks andpoor-white trash. Weren't even worthy of her speaking to them. She let out a small sigh as she turned the final corner in her neighborhood,she was glad to get off of that street. The section of houses in the frontof her subdivision had changed dramatically since she first moved in. The backsection had the much "nicer" homes, they cost almost twice as much as the. For God's sake don't!! ... stop! ... stop!' But I could feel her cunt opening under my lascivious attentions, and so could she! Her distress became almost uncontrollable. 'Oh, my God!' she screamed in her desperation as my finger found its way to her clitoris and lovingly titillated it; spasmodically she squeezed her thighs together in her vain attempts to defend herself. Unheeding her agonised pleadings, I continued to tickle her clitoris for a few delicious moments, then I gently passed my.