His fingers, up inside her thighs, had been feeling her pussy, and their daddy couldn’t even see it happening. He was driving along and listening to... whatever it was that was on the radio. She was getting a little wetter. She was getting a little more turned on. She liked Jarrod more and more but both knew this was simply an act which both wanted to explore a little now that each knew about the sexual aspects of sex. He wished he could tell her he was horny. He wished she could feel his cock. He. What they asked? Just do it she told them! She set up a low chair for her a screen and a waiting room with about 20 seats. She showed 20 men into the waiting room, gave them a number then went round the other side of the curtain and sat. Her outfit was a tight yellow tight skirt, knee length and high white heels. She wore a cream blouse and red bra, those 48DD’s were well wrapped up. ‘No1’, she shouted. The 1st lad rounded the curtain and she looked at him in is afro eyes, he grinned and. I slid my hand beneath my strap and played with my pussy as his beautiful mouth glided up and down my dick. I could see his clenched jaw and puckered cheeks going to work beneath his thick, coiled beard. I felt unimaginably powerful in that moment as I listened to him slurp and suck me. I could also see that he was still rock hard and loving every minute of it as well. As I watched him intently, he happened to look up and catch my eye. “Look at you,” I whispered sexily, “Come here, gimme kiss”.. You’re a sight. Stop your blubbering!’ I sobbed in pain. He rocked to and fro on the pillar laughing. He rolled a little too far around the post just once. In that split second as his face came under my hand I reacted. A cobra’s reaction speed had nothing on me. My long nails now all broken and chipped after my accident, the horribly, rough treatment in this house of horrors combined with my continued bondage were more like weapons than my usual red manicured nails. I instinctively aimed for.