" "Maybe later we'll spend some time over there?" She placed her index finger in the middle of my chest and drew a line up and down.My mind zipped bac...k to what my pres-ent might be. And my penis began to stir!"I thought you might like that!" Sara giggled. She grabbed my hand and pulled. "Come on, tell me how this looks." She led me towards the changing rooms.There was a small couch near the bank of booths where I waited for Sara to change into her dress. I could see her feet under the bottom of. I felt spasms and waves travel my whole body and then center right at my clit. Trying my best to be silent, I beared down hard, trying to control my breathing. Then, Steve pulled out of my wet cunt, and I felt a burst of my own juice squirt out of my pussy and onto the bed below me. He wrapped his hand around his cock and jacked it with hard, short strokes. I watched, as 3 or 4 spurts of white, hot cum erupted from him and landed on my bare pussy. He kept stroking it slowly, as if to milk every. Kya car me chhatri hai?Wo bola – Chhata to nahi hai. Bahar jaaogi to bheeg jaaogi. Usne kaha ki mootna to wo bhi chahta hai, Ham dono hi hans pade.Usne mujhe kaha ki wo car ke bahar jaaye bina hi, car ke andar se hi bahar moot sakta hai. Ek mard hone ka ye fayda hai. Us ne apni taraf ka car ka darwaja thoda khola, apne lund ko pakad kar upar kiya aur uske lund se moot ki dhaar nikalne lagi jo bahar kafi door tak jaa rahi thi. Bina car me moot ki ek bhi boond giraye usne apna mootna poora kiya. Well, I'd get my own back, once they let me go I'd kick the shit out of them.The door clicked and opened with a creak. Martin walked in this time, his pale old body in nothing but a leather thong, barely containing his cock. He carried a riding crop, tapping his hand lightly with it. The bastard strutted over to me first, looked me up and down, then slapped my cock with the riding crop, "Don't look at me like that, you pathetic little shit." He smirked.I winced, my body clenching. It hurt bad.