.. Don't pretend like you haven't been staring at my tits and wondering what they would feel like with your face pressed in between them as I ride you...". The thought of it made my cock grow in my pants, I didn't really want to resist as I had met her husband and he was an arsehole. My reply was a simple word " yes" as lust overcame me. We pulled into a layby at the side if the road, noting that it was half 8 in the morning, one of the busiest times of the day. She spoke in commands " take your. .............Hours of lipstickpainting. I look down a moment and utterly adore how your seamednylon tops your suspender straps frame your nylon pantiesbeautifully precious baby. You're almost ready.................Molly:WOW! I am almost breathless on hearing your words!I grind and writhe beneath you, longing for you to inch your wayfurther and further up my long nylon stockinged legs so ourstockings can 'whipser' sweet rasps to each other. I long for thefeeling of your silky satin cami knickers. .." You really are a horny slut. I bet if I took off that cage, your'arousal gauge' would be ragingly firm."I didn't dare to hope he would do it, because he was right. My penisstrained against its containment. But I wasn't a slut. It was thestimulants given me.Maurice had me wait on him through the evening, while he fiddled withnetaccess. At least he wasn't actively humiliating me, yet I could notrelaxwith the hard plug pushing into my innards. Despite being tired, I wastoo frustrated to. As I subsided he slipped two fingers into my soaking pussy and then started to frig me with the thumb of his other hand. “Oh Harold, I cant cum again so soon, use both my holes!” I suggested and he immediately changed his posture so that he got four fingers of his hand up my pussy, then pushed his thumb up my arse-hole. He stopped for a moment to get his prick out of his trousers then while he debauched me with one hand, in both holes, he wanked himself off with the other! Michael walked to the.