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Laura moaned sluttily into Bethany's twat as she ran her tongue over the shop girl’s clit and probed up her whore-tunnel. By the time Bethany finally orgasmed, Laura's face was glistening with Bethany's whore-nectar. She looked up at Bethany for indian approval, and saw that Bethany was very satisfied with the licking she had received. The girl had relaxed her grip on Laura's hair and was now stroking it almost affectionately. "Thank you," mumbled Laura into Bethany's pussy. "Thank you for stuffing my clothes up my cockholster. Thank you for making me lick your twat." Bethany didn't seem to hear, still lost in the pleasure of orgasm. "Can I go?" Laura asked in a small voice. Bethany remembered where she was, looked down at Laura, and changed her expression to one of disgust. She backed away quickly, rearranging her skirt and panties to look more appropriate. "Yes, get out of here," she spat. "You're a disgusting whore and if you ever come back here again I'll call the police." Laura staggered to her feet, her cunt still stuffed with the underwear, her face wet with Bethany's arousal, and staggered out of the store. She felt dirty and humiliated but she tried to focus on the good points. She had just obtained a week's worth of underwear for free, after all. She waddled with her cunt stuff through the mall until fucks she found a store that offered free shopping bags. She bought a stick of gum with the change in her purse, asked for a bag with it, and then hurried to the women's toilets, where she was able to pull the lingerie out of her twat and move it to the bag. As she had feared, it was practically dripping with her internal juices, but it was probably nothing that the washing machine couldn't fix. She unclipped the bra from her clitoris too, and pulled its other strap out of her ass. There was something Laura needed to do, though. She went to the closest toilet stall, locked herself in, sat on the seat, and took one of the pairs of panties out of the bag. She looked at it a moment, then put in her mouth and started sucking on it. It tasted like slut. It tasted good. Moaning happily, cumshot Laura leant back on the seat, lifted her skirt, spread amateur her legs, and masturbated to a very satisfying orgasm. Chapter 22 SUCCEEDING AT WORK Laura caught the bus to the Pretty Titty. It was full, and so she was forced to sit in the middle of the back seat, looking down the aisle. Given that she was wearing a short skirt and no panties she knew she should sit with her knees together but every time she MILF tried she thought "feminist" and flinched, and ended up finding the only way she could be comfortable was with her legs parted. As a result, anyone getting on the bus could see her bare, wet twat, if they looked in the right direction, but thankfully most were just concerned with finding their seat and few noticed her slutty fuckhole on display. At the Pretty Titty, Laura had something to ask Edgar before she got started. Her stripping name was "Kitten Tits" but her collar was encouraging her to use more deive words than "tits". She thought she might get away with saying "Kitten Tits" very fast, so the collar thought it was all one word - after all, it presumably didn't shock her for words like "titillation" or "attitude" - but she didn't want to end up being shocked and pissing herself in front of customers if she was wrong or said it too slowly. "Can I have a new name?" she wife asked Edgar when she got there. "What do you mean?" he asked, distracted by the work he was doing. I watched Cindy, cumshot waiting for her to check her phone. 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I growled into her depths and she screamed around my throat, and the boiling of my loins accompanied the churning of her nethers. “And I always will be, I can promise you that.” I added. “Yes I do, and this is why I don’t think it’s weird that you play with yours.” I said while I handed her my phone. “Arrghhhhh FUUCKK!!! But, we hoped to save some of the crew. Not enough that I was going to do something, but it was like… In that moment, if I had a button in front of me, a button that could have ended my indian life, I would have pressed it. I wound back and gave her ass a good slap. An innate sense of timing that's good for business since even the older folks will perk up at a chance for some change in the routine. The airport isn’t too busy, so the line for TSA isn’t that long. “We haven’t even kissed,” I noted as she began to ride me. He looked forward to the fall and going back to school and becoming an architect. 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