"Sally, please stop crying. You know I hate seeing you cry."As we rode toward home, Sally began to brighten a bit. She had stopped crying and was chat...ing about things in general. She never liked talking about her tormentors.I turned onto our street and Sally leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Billy. I've never really told you how much I've appreciated your help all these years."I told her, "That's alright Sally. You know I care about what happens to you."She looked up at me and. “Ride your cock, Michelle. Cum for your Master, kitten.” Your words snap me back to reality, and I begin to move up and down your shaft circling my hips as I go. Trying to make the ride last, I move slowly at first, focusing on the feeling of your cock moving inside of me. Picking up the pace, I can feel the warm feeling radiating from the pit of my groin. Your fingers tighten around my neck and I look into your eyes. As the first wave washes over me, I lie over on your chest and continue to. She started with my t-shirt, kissing my chest and sucking my nipples. Then came my shorts, she nibbled on my hard cock through my shorts. “You have been thinking of me all along haven’t you?” She said as she rubbed my cock. From her knees she kissed the hair on my belly that was a trail to my cock. Slowly she pulled my shorts and underwear down in one go, my cock rubbed her face as she kissed my pubic hair around my cock and made her way down my thigh before returning up the other thigh. She. “I see some lovely sights in the taxi, and none more so than you!” I looked directly at her with a cheeky grin. She moved and lay on her side. “Really? Thank you!” She smiled that beautiful smile again. “What’s your name by the way?” “I'm Phil?” I smiled back feeling more relaxed now as Bonzo was digging a hole in the sand. “And you?” “Sam!” She smiled. “Or Samantha. It’s really only my parents that call me that though!” As she spoke I stared at her deep cleavage. “Nice to meet you.