* The van was stifling hot under the afternoon sun, even beneath the netting that attempted to hide the van from aerial view. Sonia had felt the effor... to be a waste, given their intentions, but Sara had insisted in a tone of voice that Sonia had come to recognize as being the final word. With sweat trickling down her forehead she tried to strike up another conversation. Sara had spent the past hour telling her about Africa, details about how she had met Robert that even the wildest gossip had. No labia. Just pussy. Maybe I’d correct him and say something.”She felt the wetness pervading her sex.“Maybe I’d just tell him to call it my cunt, and freak him out by being a dirty girl for him.” She plunged a finger into her waiting sex as she thought this.“I never use that word. He’ll go nuts if I ever say that. Hmmm…maybe that’s what I want?”She continued to slide her finger into herself and after a minute, she found herself being too tired to continue. Damn! It felt so good, she thought.. I opened the door. There standing on the steps to my trailer was a very striking women. She was in her late thirties. She had platinum blonde hair tied in a bun. She had gold wire rim glasses on the end of her cute nose. She was about 5ft 5 with little white 3 inch pump heels that accent her nice long legs. She had on a white business suit with a long white skirt passed her knees. She smiled as she climbed the stairs into the trailer. " Hi my name Stacy Williams-Stuckey" in a cute southern. "Yes, baby sis, he was."Melinda appeared to struggle with something. It did not last long, and she lapsed back into her familiar look of slightly lusty, glazed-eyed obedience. "I can be his good little girl now, Mistress?" she asked hopefully.Heather smiled and stroked Melinda's cheek. Melinda whimpered with renewed arousal and leaned into the touch. "Yes, baby sis... I'm sure we can arrange that at some point."Melinda moaned. "Thank you, Mistress."Richie leaned against the wall next to the.