And within a few minutes, a van pulled over and offered me a lift. I looked in and it was a man in his mid-40's and from what I could see he appeared ...o have dark hair with some grey and he looked like he would be on the tall side. "Need a lift?" he asked me, grinning."Yes, I want to get out of here." Well then get in!" So, I opened the passenger door and climbed inside and closed the door. He then pushed on the gas and off we were onto the nighttime highway. He looked over at me several times. Kucnęłam nad nim, pozwalając żeby sam czubek muskał moją łechtaczkę. To była dla A. prawdziwa tortura, nie mógł pchnąć, poruszyć się, nabić mnie na siebie i wyrżnąć tak jak to miał w zwyczaju, bez ceregieli i gier wstępnych. Poruszałam zmysłowo tyłeczkiem, od czasu do czasu delikatnie opadając aby sam koniec penisa znalazł się między wargami. Masturbowałam się Jego męskością, podczas gdy On mógł tylko leżeć i patrzeć, skuty, bezbronny i nieruchomy. Szeroko rozchyliłam nogi, każąc Mu obserwować. He was amazed he could still be so hard. They looked him and Viv said, "Ever had a stiffie like that for so long, Andy?" "No," he admitted. "Well, we gave you a little help in that coke you had earlier. It was laced with X, that's why your cock is so hard, and you are so horny. Don't you just love it?" He was a little chagrined to find that he been drugged but he loved the effect. He nodded in the affirmative, hesitantly. . Sometimes she would manage to fold a bit of blanket between her thighs, grinding against the crumpled fabric as the fantasy continued. Back then she didn't know the word for it, but she knew it felt good.The imaginary sultan (for that is who would invariably reveal himself to be) was impeccable in his attention to detail. Everything was accounted for in the retelling of her kidnapping. She was never alone — sultans had harems, naturally (sometimes friends and sometimes the women who had looked.