"Alright Pamela, you are set to be the hostess with the mostess! Now before our next get together, get your pubes dyed, gray does not look that nice o...n a pretty pussy like yours. And you should pay Des for the lessons. I think a hundred is OK and for a tip, why don't you get her off?"Des stood up, "Come on we can do it right here, slip these off for me hon." I could see by the look on Pamela that she did not like being called 'hon' But she did as she was told and had the skirt unzipped and down. Five foot ten, 165 pounds, dark hair, hazel eyes. Main interests: girls, guitar, girls, wilderness camping, and GIRLS. My current girlfriend, and partner for this trip, was Cathy Foss. Cathy was a petite Blond. Five foot one, 120 pounds, green eyes, and a very nice figure. I thought she was pretty.I weighed my gear and gave Cathy a call. She was a couple of pounds over her preferred limit and I was a little under. After a little discussion we agreed on what things of hers I would. That’s an order.’ Her husband hadn’t rescued her, he’d handed her over more firmly to this stranger. She was now under orders to please this young man. All she knew about him was that he worked for her husband, think on his feet, and take advantage of a situation. Oh! One more thing. He had complete control of her. He was looking at the outline of her breasts through the dress, almost licking his lips in anticipation. ‘What do you have to say for yourself?’ he asked. ‘Please. Just say the. I took a deep breath and continued to fuck my own throat until I thought I would throw up on myself. My red lips barely fit around the massive girth of my toy and each time I drew out the fake cock, my tortured tits were coated with a fresh supply of runny spit. I ****d myself for his pleasure this way until my eyeliner was running down my cheeks and my neck and upper body was drenched with drool.I could hear his labored breathing and the rapid, wet sounds of his dick sliding through his.