Having taken it off, Galina Konstantinovna was now in a black bra, a black knee-length skirt, high-heeled shoes and chocolate-colored tights. And why ...are you stopping? She stood red with shame and covered the cups with her palms on which her large breasts were held, which fluttered when she pulled off her turtleneck ..Let's continue. And she inarticulately whimpering slightly dancing began to unbutton her bra. Seeing her naked shaking tits, I got aroused and my penis jumped. I had to sit down. I love it when you tell me what to do. It makes me remember my purpose,” I said. He paused and then said, “Bend over the hood of the car, slut.” I moved as quickly was I could and lay down against the hood. He stood behind me and ran his hands slowly down my back. He pulled my panties down to my knees and pulled my hips to him so that they were flush with his groin. He grasped my mons and pressed two fingers inside, checking for wetness. I arched my back at his touch and at the as he slipped. The overall size and shape of the room was identical to what I remember of my humble abode. Even the placing of the furniture was familiar. It was my room, but with a very feminine touch. Almost as if someone else had been living here and not me. Which would explain--At that moment a loud noise goes off just above the head board. Exactly where I would of placed my alarm clock.Not long after it goes off an arm reaches out from under the covers beside me to whack at the alarm halfheartedly. I. I would speed up the dryingprocess by using a hair dryer on my pussy and anywhere else that had gottenwet. Sometimes he would have me stand in the shower facing him,holding my pussy open, and he would piss onto my cunt. Or we would showertogether and he would piss on me. Being pissed on, especially when it isdirectly on the pussy (lips open or not), I find to be one of the ultimate actsof submission. As I started to say above, I began to enjoy feeling like adirty bitch after a while. In.