Lindsey Asked me for a favour – story 11
It’d had been a couple of months since Lindsey and I had fucked those black guys in the bar after work. Just thinking about it still got my pussy nice and wet and when it wasn’t busy in the bar I’d slip a finger in my knickers and play with my clit. I don’t know how many times someone ordered a beer while I had pussy juices all over my fingers and my own cum dribbling down the inside of my legs. When I saw Lindsey come into the bar Ismiled, but she didn’t smile back. I knew instantly that something was wrong so I followed her into the office. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “My boyfriend knows about the black guys,” she mumbled. “How the hell did he find out?” I demanded. “I don’t …