One thing that used to worry me was that Dana loved sucking my cock. It wasn’t that she loved giving me blow jobs, I was all over that, it was that ...he loved doing it when there was a chance of us getting caught – in the car, at the beach, in our backyard, Department store dressing rooms…anywhere. And of the probably hundred of times we did it, we only got caught once. We flew out of Love Field at about ten o’clock one night for a weekender in Las Vegas. Lights in the plane cabin were down low. "Yes, I do," she said. "Thank you." You owe me more than that bitch," the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. "You gonna be my whore now. You work for me and only me. Got that?"Oh my God, Sally thought. What have I gotten myself into?"Yes, sir," she answered.Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to be sold on the street to strange men for sex. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. She found an overpowering sexual. "I... Well, I don't mean to pry, but it's been on my mind ever since yesterday. What is with your scars?" They're mine," I said, still in child-mode. (Astute readers will recall that Sajel was supposed to brief Kelsey on them. I guess she hadn't. Bad Sajel. No biscuit.) "I made them."Kelsey blinked. "You... Made them." Yeah." Did you make them yourself?" Yeeaaah."Kelsey stared at me. "On purpose."I held up my arm proudly, playing it to the hilt. "A-aall mine."Kelsey let out a heavy breath.. I was rubbing her nipples and she still had a death grip on one hand. With the other, she reached down and pushed his head deeper into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head seconds before she closed her eyes and shuddered through her first orgasm. My cock was hard as nails, dripping with excitement. He raised his head and climbed up, kissing her full on the mouth. I could see her licking her juices from his face. “Do you want to fuck him?” I asked. “Can I?” It was more than a plea,.