I pushed her onto the bed, and we both wrenched off our remaining clothes. She lay on her back.“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, mock-bashful...ly.“Do you want me to?”“What do you think?”“Tell me, then.”“I want you to fuck me, Vic,” she said boldly and pulled me down as I climbed aboard.Amanda lifted her legs with knees bent as I plunged into her wet, expectant pussy.“Beautiful,” she said happily.“You are beautiful,” I countered.“I’m fat,” she said dismissively.“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I. Do you like the outfit?” “I haven’t seen it all yet, but I like what I see.” Mark ordered a drink. We stayed close to the bar and we chatted; getting to know each other and making polite conversation, except, it was anything but polite. The conversation was thick with innuendoes as our repartee bounced off each other. Mark was charming and I started to relax in his company. His slight touches and caresses said everything I needed to know. His eyes were attentive and watched me with eager. White, and soon rolled off. Without any prompting, Mrs. White moved her head down to her husband's crotch and started lapping up their combined juices."Mmmmm, you are such a good little bitch," he said, and she groaned in pleasure around his cock.In a remarkably short period of time she had revived his cock to a reasonable hardness. She looked up at him and said, "You know, if you tie me up then I would be helpless, and you could fuck me anywhere... I mean any way that you'd like, and I'd be. True, Cindy was young. But equally true, he knew inside that she was more than ready. For oral sex. And for all the things that Tina and Ari had been doing to her, and a great deal more besides.The girl had certainly changed in these last weeks. He knew she got off on the embarrassment that Tina and Ari inflicted on her. As well as the bondage and all the other things she was made to do. Conversely, she was more sure of herself, nowadays. More confident of how she looked. She'd gotten rid of.