‘Please,’ was all she said as he poured red wine into two tall glasses. She didn’t care who this man was or why he was staying in this crappy m...tel when he could clearly afford better. She didn’t care about what other people thought. Not any more. Not since she’d tasted the bitter ecstasy only a few fours previously. That perverted man had open her up to a new world of pleasure, one which she never wanted to leave. She didn’t even taste the wine as it went down her throat. In her mind, she was. We got up to leave and Alyson quickly pulled me into a tight hug. I kissed her forehead, and she kissed my cheek.“Thanks, Steve. I hope you’ll be my friend.”“Absolutely!” I said. “If you’re ever in Chicago, just call. And I’ll try to visit again sometime with Becky.”Alyson beamed and then gave Becky a hug and showed us out. Becky let me drive so that I could get some more practice with the manual transmission.“Steve, has anyone told you how amazing you are? The things you said to her were just. ”“What about the helicopter?” Lottie asked still not believing her ears. “We can’t leave it here.”“Sure we can,” I replied dismissively. “Who’s going to mess with it?”“What about the food you’ve asked for,” Sarah worriedly interjected. “It could show up at any time.”“It could, and it probably will,” I stated in agreement, “but we can still move camp, if only by a mile or so. If necessary, you ladies can stay here for the night.”“You’re kidding us?” Lottie exclaimed her eyes growing wider than. True, but only if you have plastic tits, an Oscar winning ability to mouth, 'Oh Yeah', long blond hair and short black roots, tats and nipple piercings, and finally an ability to fuck like a machine.All the above is the modern version of the 'Old Blow-Up Doll', from the previous generation, a manifestation of the female form, a step-up from sticking your cock into a melon.Of course we girls often resorted to vegetables, and when you think of it, we were 'Green', before it became fashionable.So,.