I couldn’t believe it was her. I Finally dragged my eyes to her face, which didn’t look very happy.“Do you believe me now?” She question .I sm...irked, but didn’t answer.“Who do you wear this for?”“My boyfriend, for your information.” She said defiantly.“Yeah, right.”“I have a boyfriend. You just don’t know him.”“rose, you’ve never even kissed a guy and you know it.”“Believe me, i’ve done things with guys that would make you sick.”“Oh! We’ve got a little whore over here!”She obviously didn’t like. You really couldn't see out of the booth very well. LuEllen was a little nervous till the first show came on. It was a wife being fucked by multiple guys, her favorite fantasy. I was in real luck. I sat next to her on the cramped bench seat and started watching the show. I had my arm around her and I was slowly sliding the strap of her dress down her arm. With the other hand I was softly stroking her super sensitive nipple closest to me. Her breathing was coming in quick short puffs now. She. She moans in my ear and squirms under me. I shift some weight onto my knees and spread my forearm out across her chest, pressing her down into the bed. “Daddy, fuck me, please. Harder, please Daddy, please …” She starts begging and I start losing it. I work my hips harder, pulling out and slamming back in, splaying my knees a little to get a better grip on the bed so I can keep my angle and friction. I put my hand over her mouth. She likes that. Her eyes plead and I hold her down by her jaw,. Is that fucking clear you dirty whore?” I said menacingly. “Yes Daddy, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Anything you want. So sorry Daddy, please fuck me like you were before.” Sandy pleaded. I push her down onto the floor and rip her sexy black lace bra off and spit on her cleavage. I pushed my dick in between her tits and make sure that it is well lubed. I start to fuck those gorgeous boobies. I could feel the pressure building up in my cock with every thrust. I knew I was.