“Do you need some help?" “If you wouldn’t mind, could I catch a ride with you?” “Sure. Where are you heading?" "It really doesn’t matter... where you're going. I just want to get out of here." I opened the door and let her into my SUV. She put her suitcase in my backseat and sat down in my vehicle. She closed the door and I extended my hand to hers. “My name is Joe Morgan and I’d love to give you a ride. I’m on the way to my son’s graduation in New Jersey. I could take you as far as that, or. We could drink champagne, and make love on Egyptian cotton sheets.”But Marcus had insisted. He didn’t run a sanitised fuck service for trust fund socialites. This was full-on, full-blown; dirty as sin, and as seedy and sordid as only real orgasms could be.Elaine. Rich; bored; married to the archetypal corporate salaryman.David was hubby.Hubby worked at some fancy corporation - Wall Street wizardry; fiscal chicanery; some white-collar, blue-chip crime shit like that. All dollar bills, no sexual. I think twenty strokes of the cane for each. Careful not to mark their faces.? Kathy listened, fascinated, horrified, as the women she had sucked last night were caned. Each stroke was clearly audible, whap! Each stroke was counted out, four times twenty. Sometimes the punished prisoner managed to keep silent, but some groaned or screamed of pleaded for mercy or called out ?Allahu akbar!?, god is geat. ?Any other unfinished business?? said the man, who all the while had been squeezing. I am just so going to enjoy perving at them all evening!”Her mother was just about to reply when Philippa reached out and grabbed Danny’s flaccid cock and said in her commanding voice, “Right, Janet and Becky, of you go. Get our pizza ... and some beer ... and don’t be too long. As for you two gentlemen - let’s get going.” Philippa then grabbed Angela’s hand and placed it firmly around Peter’s drooping cock.“Come on, girl! Grab that pecker!” she said to Angela. The two girls then led Danny and.