We drank our wine, I had Carol eat me out one last time and I told her to go shower. I came out, in my robe, and sat down with Afaf. She looked at me ...searching for answers. I smiled."I suppose you are wondering about all this."She looked down and whispered, "No, it is none of my business."I smiled and said, "No, no, it is ok. I will explain. Some women, like Professor Wilson are lonely and stressed out from their jobs. They need to release their stress and people do it different ways. Some work. We were about to hit the busy streets and he knew this, i asked him if there was somewhere else we could go as i had to finish what i'd started and he nodded.We went past my street and on to the industrial estate not too far away and towards the back of it down the bottom of a dead end road that was barely used. Once we stopped he undid his trousers properly and pulled them down allowing me full access to his cock. I took full advantage and this time got my hand around it so i could stroke it. As people began to walk among them none of the slaves with the exception of the mistresses knew what was really going on until it was to late. True to their orders none of them moved a muscle as men and women began walking around them. Many were accompanied by their own slaves on leashes as they began to examine the bodies of the immobile slaves in their various provocative posses. Brothel Whore 3567-B had began to wonder what the true purpose of this display was when she had felt fingers. .. cock!"Her cooch was hot and tight, and the little slut wiggled her ass back into me. I gripped her tit, slamming into her over and over like a rod pistoning a car's engine. I loved fucking teens and their tight cunts. Hell, I loved fucking more mature beauties, too. There ain't a cooch I wouldn't fuck if the owner looked even half-way decent."You love my pecker fuckin' your tight cooch?" Yes!" she moaned. "Harder, Mr. Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You're drivin' my pussy wild!"Her bed creaked.