Claire realised she was actually enjoying herself, it was exciting, more exciting than anything she had ever experienced before. “Tell me, are you enjoying yourself?” he asked again. It was hard enough to admit it to herself and she feel a sense of shame as she was forced to admit her arousal. "Yes." "Yes, what? Tell us what you are enjoying." he asked "I am enjoying playing with herself while you watch." she admitted. Saying the words aloud brought on a new wave of shame indian and vulnerabity, and also arousal. “Are you sure you’re enjoying it," he asked, “Are you a filthy whore who fucks all comers and wanks in bars?" he asked. “Yes," she admitted. “Say it,” he insisted. “I’m a filthy whore who fucks all comers and wanks in bars" she admitted. “Do you like being a filthy outdoors whore, exposing yourself, does it make your filthy pussy cry out for cock." he asked. “Yes I like being a filthy whore,” Claire admitted, “And I like showing my tits flashing and ass and exposing my filthy pussy and I need cock." and she started to cum. My spicy aroma filled my nose, a heady delight that had me swaying. I replied. I headed back upstairs incredibly happy and satisfied flashing now know she was serious, and I could tell anytime I wanted to cum tribute her as long as we were alone. “We’re good, Mom, but we’re a bit tired. At 5'1" Sarah was small and compact and kept herself in good condition spending most evenings in the gym, as she didn't really have much else to do in London. "I can see that she must have outdoors been really embarrassed. He was looking at me, his body buffeted by the infernal gale, his face peeled back with the force of it. "Sure, ten grand." he said. Steve looked at me straight in the indian eyes and as he did Sam gave out a loud squeel and jumped slightly . Steve had started to rub Sam's pussy and work his finger gently up and down the open lips of Sam's wet pussy. I sip my wine as the movie plays on.