.yes" Yes what? I don't want to keep telling you!" yes Mistress they were all prostitutes" I uttered, I don't know if itwas the humiliation or the win...e but I could swear I could cry at anyminute.She pulled my arm and took me to the couch and pushed me down on it "letssee if we can make it look bigger" she said then went into the other roomas I lay sprawled naked on her couch, she came back shortly with a razor!With one hand she pushed me back on the couch and said "don't movetiny... unless you. ” He next took up the bottle of olive oil. He generously poured out the thick pale green liquid from the curvaceous bottle over her belly. It dripped down her thighs and panty. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her lover had surpassed himself in erotic fantasy tonight. Mr F. proceeded by pulling off the bra and the panty. He poured more whipped cream over her breasts and asked her to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was an odd sight with the whipped cream and the oil dripping down over. She changed the sheets, made up the bed and forced Linda to lie back with her head nestling in a pillow while she busied herself with packing and dressing for the flight. She couldn't help looking at the delightful body stretched full length on the bed and the hand carelessly cupped over the golden-fringed pussy. Her fresh panties were already moistening from an excitement stirring in her own pussy. She swore as she looked at her watch. No time for it, no time even to have one last greedy lick. . ummm ... I mean ... you want me to bring Jane with me?”But Brad soon disabused her assumption. He answered her very curtly and in a demanding tone of voice.“No, just you. And don’t be late. I have a surprise in store for you.”Marie could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of what Brad might have planned for her the next day. She imagined being fucked by Brad and his two friends again, and this time, she knew that she could be as vocal as she wanted to be because Jane would not be.