"It was like I was in a dream, not wanting to be humiliated this way, yet wanting to please her if I could. My mind might be saying don't do this but ...my body was saying yes because I had an aching hard-on. I did as she demanded."You have not done this before have you because you are lousy at it. I see I am going to have to teach you everything. First stop kissing me. A few kisses on my pussy are enough to show your love for me. Now give me long slow licks starting at the bottom of my pussy and. " How's that?" Let me surprise you. Are you game?" I guess so." Are you excited?" Yes." Will you play with your pussy for me in the car?"Jack expected the preacher's wife to slap his face, but to his surprise she pulled her dress up and spread her legs. He saw her pussy and then her fingers between her legs. Jack couldn't believe the woman who had thought it a sin to touch herself was now blatantly doing it in his car while driving in broad daylight.Watching the preacher's wife masturbate had. Her small tits jiggled as she squirmed and writhed against me, humping and gasping out her pleasure.“Fuck her so hard, Master!” Lee whined. “Oh, yes, just plow into her! She's your fucking sex slave! Your married sex slave, Master! Enjoy her asshole!”“Yes, Vicky purred, her hands stroking my body, finding my breasts, my nipples. She tugged on them hard, my bowels clamping down on Clint's thrusting cock. “Use the married slut!”Clint grunted, thrusting so hard into me. His every thrust built the. It started moving against me, only very slight movements, but enough to do the job. I pushed back against the invading shaft, slowly, trying not to alert the other people there. As the elevator ascended, more and more people got out, and fewer got in. Then I pushed faster against that hard cock in my tight ass. It was there just three of us there: me, the mystery cock’s owner in my sore ass and another middle aged man.I recognized him; he worked for our studio…Finally the elevator rose up.