It was fun inching under his t-Shirt like that."Anyway," she continued, "this does mean you and I will be alone for a while." I-I don't know Aunt Marg...ret. I feel funny, about the other night. I mean, everybody knew we were out in the boat. And then Betty heard all that screaming. Maybe somebody else heard it, too. I was surprised that Mitch didn't have a man-to-man talk with me. I was sure shaking in my boots just thinking about how pissed off he might-" Oh sshhhhh," Margaret scolded, putting. She asked if i was going to wear them or sniff them . i just said yah probably both . she kinda snickered as she was buttoning up her jeans . by now my cock was dripping with the thought of what i was going to do after i got home . i drove her back to the place i had picked her up and dropped her off . as i was driving away i had my hands on her panties they were still warm from being on her body . i was rubbing the soft nylon material getting more and more excited . as i stopped for a red. So the Story goes the way, Typically, my existence is not at all interesting. My doors open, one or more people step in, my doors close. I go up or I go down. My doors open, one or more people step out, one or more people step in, my doors close. I go up or I go down. Repeat ad nauseam. The Humans who ride me are almost always adults. I have noticed that the females generally have partially-bare legs, and their feet are often set at an unusual angle because of a short stick underneath the back. The whip cracked her ass. Then her thigh. Then her back and occasionally her nipples. Jan was in a sweat and struggling to keep from teetering or twisting an ankle. ?I have to please him. I want to please him. I want him to be proud of me,?She said to herself over and over. ?I want his pain. He increased the pace again. Random thoughts went through her mind.?I knew from the beginning that he is a hard dom,? she reminded herself. ?I need to drive myself to take more from him. ?I desperately want.