Humility training included other acts – that always made my skin burn with embarassment which was, strangely enough, extremely arousing. He told me... to wash throughly and get 'dressed'. I had ten minutes to do so. I washed the rest of my body – rubbing over my nipples, now erect and begging for a mouth or clamp to wrap itself around it. My large D breasts were always something I was proud of. In my earlier years I learnt to wear low cut tops when out on the town to both tease and encourage. We started with a drink in the bar while we waited for our table.Being in Vegas, it, of course, had a sexy atmosphere, dark but with deep red lighting effects. It had a coolly-lit bar, smaller elevated cocktail tables that could hold one or two couples and then red velvet couches all around the periphery. It was like stepping into another world and Carole and I were pleased.She turned most of the heads of the single men at the bar and some of the men on dates with their wives or girlfriends.. Maybe it was already too late. Maybe I was already soiled. I raced across the pasture towards the forest. I hiked my skirt over my ankles, desperate to get to the woods.“Willoweyes!” I shouted as I burst into the woods, branches tearing at my clothing. “Willoweyes! I'm here!”My voice echoed, startling the birds. I ran deeper, my heart thudding in fear. Where was she? She shouldn't have fled too far. Right? Unless I had been soiled by Anton. He touched my pussy. Maybe I wasn't pure any longer.My. The man on top of him noticed this and laughed. "It hurts, don't it, Smithers? It's gonna keep hurting for a long time," and he started driving his cock in harder and faster, giving Clayton even more pleasure.Both men were enjoying themselves but only the one on top was going to cum and he could feel it would be soon. Laughing, he taunted the man he was r****g. "I'm gonna cum in your ass, Smithers. Gonna give you a nice assfull of my jazz." He rammed his cock in and out faster until, with a.