My husband doesn’t give me all these attentions. He is always busy at work, he won’t even get hard. But, you, you were fucking me with your eyes. ...hat made me so wet and I wanted to touch your hard cock” she continued. “When I was serving you, I did think about burying my face in your boobs. God they’re huge, I wanna suck on your tits” Antonio said overexcited and she uncovered her breast as a response. Those puffy nipples draw Antonio’s attention away from the road for few seconds and then she. Once inside, I carefully walked down the almost pitch-black hallway. I could barely see these loitering men looking me up and down as I tentatively investigated my surroundings. It was simultaneously frightening and exciting.I came upon a red lit room with a black, leather bed in the middle of it. No one was there. So, I continued exploring the winding hallways. Eventually I found a small, vacant booth with a blank, grey screen illuminating the space within, and a glory hole off to its the. Getting Ready for the ShootI braided and pleated my long blond locks, finishing up with a typical Brittney Spears look, her top ten song inspiring countless interest in schoolgirls from dirty old men, to older girls yearning to be in uniform and teasing the same old men, either way, fucking was on a high, and the feeling between my legs bore proof of that.I have a great body, with strong legs with muscle tone, showing a distinct muscle line down the length of thigh, a conduit for free flowing. Puke green. Who would paint their ceiling puke green? It was hard to concentrate.My shoulder itched.I decided that was more important than where I was. I lifted my hand. It felt funny and I couldn't wiggle my fingers. I reached up to scratch my shoulder... "Oh, God!" I moaned as pain shot through me."Tony are you okay?" The voice of an angel. Tami's voice."Not sure. What year is it?" What year?" Are you my wife?" Tony, we're fourteen." There are states where that is legal." He's okay," said.