Right now, she should be in a mood to fuck anyone who’d use her, and I’d threatened to make her do exactly that; but she looked up at me, blinking... away my cum and crying, whimpering as people closed in. I almost made her do it anyways. I would, one day. But as the filthy strangers neared us their pleading, whining inquisition annoyed me, and I decided I wanted Jessica all to myself, tonight. I picked her gag up from the sidewalk, where it had lain amidst cigarette butts and the. She gathers up a handful of my hair, twists it around her wrist and pulls on it; my head jerks backwards in unconditional response. I push my hands and arms together for stability as she fucks me hard.Now is the time, I utter all the expletives I love to use. They come out, one after each other. I know she’s as close as I am and we need to convert this fuck into something much more wonderful.“Fuck me. Give it to me hard. Fuck me, you bitch.”It’s the last four words that she loves to hear. Those. My house is too small and only suitable for small groups. The gym is big but the walls will distort the sound. Do you have an idea?" I can't think of any. In the summer we could have it outside but that is no good for now."The summer and outside reminded me of Woodstock New York. I made it to the event in 1969. The thought cheered me up for not only was it a good way of making money because this life's Woodstock would showcase my songs after I was well known.I learned about doing laundry in. “I need to cool down. This is so much.” He sees the look on my face, half disappointed but half understanding. “Let me try it on you.”I lay back and watch him hover over me. He watches my face change with excitement as he unbuttons my pants and pulls them down. With my panties still on, he moves the fabric aside and slips the tips of his two fingers ins-“Oh!” I moan. He’s shocked with how much so little can do and how wet I feel on his fingers.He wiggles the tips a little, drawing a small ring.