Emma withdrew her finger from Jess.“Master,” Jess said, looking down and seeing Brent’s erection had returned, “I see that you are aroused aga...in. Perhaps now you would like to fuck this slave’s ass?”Brent looked down at his member in alarm; I’m not sure what he expected to see there.“Yes,” Emma said before he could answer, “He will. Slave, please seat yourself on his erection.” She knew this time that she would have to act fast so that Brent wouldn’t have time to refuse. It worked.Jess turned. I moved on down the row of trucks to the fourth one so anyone in the car parking area couldn't see me. I had brought my phone as I knew I would have to have it to take the photo for proof.I laid my phone on the bumper of the truck, then took off my top and then my skirt and also laid them on the bumper. I stepped out between the trucks and it wasn't until I had gotten to the front of the two trucks that I discovered I had left my phone on the bumper beside my clothes. I walked back and got my. Gramps ate and asked to get in the tub as he was extra he said. I told him it was early but took in the bathroom and undressed him and put him the tub. This time I undressed completely and sat on the edge of the tub. Gramps pecker stood straight up almost immediatly. Gramps started to play with my pussy, paying close attention to my clit then pushing a finger up into my vagina. I loved this and reached for his cock. He pulled me into the tub and I ended up with his cock sticking up right in. I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off. I fantasized about all of those men leering at me and about dropping to my knees and sucking them all but mostly, I fantasized about the big man with the huge bulge. I couldn't wait to get back to the Fine Arts theatre alone! As you probably guessed, I didn't have to wait long. The following Saturday night I found myself paying my admission and nervously taking my seat near the back. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see the constant parade of.