I took his cock and kissed it several times and then pressed it on my face. He got the message and rubbed it from side to side. I then opened my mouth... and he stuck it in and began fucking. I had to put my hand on his stomach to hold him back so I wouldn’t choke. He realized the problem and fucked my face more easily.After several minutes he paused, looked down at me and asked, “Ty, do you get fucked?”I nodded my head the best I could.“Can I fuck you?”Again the nod.He said, “Sorry,” and got off. Have a nice night, and thank you for the tips.’ She gave him a bright smile and turned to leave. She actually talked to him, even smiled! Darin made a spur of the moment decision. ‘Hey! Miss?’ He called out after quickly rolling down the window. ‘Yeah?’ She asked, turning back. ‘Would you like to go.. I mean.. maybe some Coffee or something?’ He asked. She hesitated for a few seconds, studying him. ‘OK. You look like a nice guy, so sure. I will follow you down to Denny’s in my car.’ Another. I licked her arsehole parting her cheeks as i done so and occasionally dipped a finger in there to work it loose. We have had anal sex before but she is not a big fan of anal. As i worked on her arsehole i slipped two fingers into a pussy which created quite a stir as she pulled away and muttered something under her breath "sorry" i said "is everything ok" "Yes its fine" she said "just a long day" "heh your pussy seems very creamy" i said as i reached in for another go. Flipping onto her back. I wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t real torture, but when she picked a hair at the top of my bush between the tongues of the tweezers and pulled, it stung. Then it was Mrs. Somerset’s turn, and she plucked with equal skill. This was going to be a long, long evening. They started talking between themselves, and I felt like a commodity, a piece of entertainment. Strangely, that thought did nothing to quell my arousal, and every little prick their plucking gave me could be felt deep inside my pussy. My.