I bucked against his hand, wanting—needing—him to fuck me with it. I may’ve begged. It wouldn’t surprise me. My head was swimming with a desir... so intense that it made me dizzy. I took my white-knuckled left hand from its death grip on the steering wheel and grabbed his bicep, pulling toward me until I finally felt a finger slip inside. The base of his thumb rested against my clit, rubbing slowly as a second finger joined the first. I lost all sense of decorum, fucking his hand with as much. ”“Tell you what, hon, it’s Friday, the first Friday in January. You go wait by the gen’al store at the north end of this street and look out for a man on a motorcycle an’ sidecar. He’s alookin’ for someone to live in and do chores for a few weeks, mebee even a couple o’ months. His Ma had a fall an’ sprained her ankle las’ week. He always does his main grocery shop for dry and tinned goods on the first Friday of the month.”So I walked along that snowy main street as directed until I got to the. Deeper. That's it. Worship his cock.You want his cum. Think about his cum while you suck his cock. Make his cock feel amazing. Make his cock feel so much pleasure that he just needs to cum in your mouth. Feel his cock in your mouth pulsing, anticipating, seeking its own gratification and release. Feel it pushing its way past your lips, controlling the tempo, fucking your mouth. Surrender to my lover's cock, baby. Let him penetrate you. Deeper.Almost there. Keep sucking, baby. Use your tongue. We’ll walk there?’ Wyatt nodded. ‘Yeah. You can’t see, but I’m nodding.’ Sarah giggled. ‘Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Wyatt smiled. ‘Yeah. See you tomorrow.’ * * * The next day, at four, there was a knock on the door. Wyatt opened the door to reveal Sarah. She wore a red shirt and shorts, with some brown sandals. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail. ‘Hey. Ready to go?’ She asked. Wyatt stood there for a moment, smiling. Then he nodded. ‘Yeah. Just let me get some shoes on.’ He grabbed his.