It was tasty, but it burned as she swallowed it down. It was her first alcoholic drink and it made her feel very grown up that she was being served on.... "Why's it called a Hurricane?"Because it's going to blow your doors off and knock you on your ass my sweet! "I'm not sure, maybe it was invented down in Florida or something?" Carl suggested."Oh, makes sense," Stacy replied before taking another drink.Carl paused a moment before going back to the kitchen to start getting the burgers ready. He. I think it might be better if you roll over and let me do it myself."When I turned onto my back, I glanced at the doorway into the hall. In the semi darkness I could see Sheila standing there watching. Her face was glowing with either pride and lust or a combination of the two. Her eyes seemed to be half closed. With one hand she was massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples and with the other rubbing herself rapidly between her legs masturbating herself while watching the scene before. After the symposium ended I headed back to my office. I decided to check in with the two skip trace agents I had hired to keep an eye on Stephanie. I almost always hired such agents when a case reached this stage. After investing all this work I did not want to lose a potential slave who decided to make a run for it. It would be very deflating to my ego and my penis if a girl I nearly had in my grasp were to slip my noose at the last minute!The agents had bad news for me. They had lost her.. I love looking at you through my mirror…”All that broke the silence was the rain lashing the windscreen, the monotonous rhythm of the wipers and Maxi’s soft moaning. She spread her wet body on the large back seats while running her long fingers down the sore red edges of her long slit. Sandra divided her attention between the road and her centre mirror, eying off Max’s writhing tanned body. It was a quiet night on the highway. The rain was still pelting down as a black vehicle with a naked,.