Right.Rhonda was doing exactly what she was born to do. My plan was working - I was giving her a purpose in life, a purpose that I wish every woman co...uld have. For the first time in her life, she was going into work each day and really earning her keep.She was silent on the way home, just sitting back and taking in the music. It was clearly working - she spent the first half of the trip with her hand on my leg, and when we got on the freeway, she unzipped my pants and started idly running her. As it was late summer the boys were wearing their pads pants and boots. Taut muscular bodies glistening with sweat as they walked passed her in to the changing rooms to shower and change. Jesus Fucking Christ Wendy thought of being in the showers with this group of fit young men , licking , sucking ,and fucking their hard dicks, had her nipples straining against the taut fabric of her blouse and she could feel the juices from her bare juicy pussy dribbling down making a damp spot on her skirt.. “Oh, baby, I thought you would never make the move,” you say, panting slightly. Confidence growing, I slide my hand under your dress and hesitantly place my fingers on your wet pussy. I look up at you, and your expression has changed. Gone is the radiant smile, the confident swagger. In their place, I see only lust. “Listen here, slut,” you whisper to me, and I can hear the harshness of your words echoing down to my core. “You’re going to finger fuck me right here, right now. You don’t get to. Hips swaying gently as she walked, if anyone would look carefully -and many were- they could make out that she was not wearing any undergarment to avoid pantie lines on her dress. This raised quite a few eyebrows and not to mention several heartbeats. As she continued her implicit critique of all the exhibits while being secretly observed by most of the men in the hall, one man’s scrutiny of her beauty was a mixture of both professional curiosity and primal lust. The gentle sway of her hips.