“I’m a good church-going girl. How dare you ask me to do such a thing?"I was young and innocent that I was not really sure what a hand job was. Bu... I knew it was something to do with sex. I was interested because I’d heard some other girls talking about hand jobs, and I was definitely curious, very excited, but also rather scared.Then one day, without any warning, he let go of the steering wheel, unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock! He turned to me, taking his eye off the road, and said. .” Mr. Miller shook his head. “Just pay for the cunt, I’ll watch.” The trucker took his wallet out and handed Mr. Miller a hundred dollar bill then crawled in back with me. That was when I understood, Mr. Miller had just pimped me. Now I wasn’t just a slut, but a real whore working for money. The trucker leered down unbuttoned my top and begin pinching my tiny nipples. “How old are you honey?” He whispered as he pinched my hard tits and positioned himself between my legs. I looked at Mr.. I lowered my mouth to her ear. I wont hurt you much, I said softly as I pulled her into my rock-hard cock. Just enough to make you cum. She inhaled deeply and nodded. Then she grinned as she cupped my balls through the denim of my jeans. You dont mind if they watch, do you? She gestured with her head toward the three bound girls. Not at all, I said as I lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I kissed her again, this time more softly. She moaned into my mouth, and I deposited her. Sally was riding the strap-on harnessed to Sara’s pelvis while Kelly pleasured herself on the dildo protruding from the teacher’s face. The cousins were holding hands, eyes closed, breasts bobbing up and down rhythmically.For a few minutes the new arrivals just hung back and watched. Jackie was suddenly very glad she hadn’t left town; how many chances did one get, really, to see something so beautiful? Then Kat took Jackie by the hand and pulled her forward. Kat leaned over toward Sally Ann,.