Every time he came forward into me, my insides felt a million sensations from the thrusting motion of the big mushroom head of his firm cock. I loved ...aving this big muscle boy in me as much as any girl ever loved having a man inside her pussy and Jock could tell it from my happy expression each time he thrust that rock hard cock inside me. We had forgotten to lock the door to the laundry room and we were startled to hear the door opening. Jock quickly pulled his cock out of me and I pulled. The other woman cinched a cock-ring tightly around his balls. “Now,” another woman’s voice said. “Here are the rules. The slave stands naked in the center of the circle, with his hands behind his back. He is not allowed to defend himself in any way.”“Put your hands behind your back,” she ordered. When Craig obeyed, she spun him around three or four times, so he no longer remembered in which direction he was facing.“Who’s going to be first?” the same woman asked. She kept her hands on his. ‘We are fortunate that interstate 75 through Georgia is notorious for all the speed traps along its route, so as long as the cars positioned to report the truck’s movements have their radar or laser detection devices broadcasting, their presence probably won’t raise any undue concerns for our target. An added bonus to that is the effect it will have on overall traffic speeds by slowing everyone on the road down. The toughest challenge is getting the locals to simply report the truck’s location. It looks oddly familiar and as I walk onto the porch a sign upon the door reads, “Deana’s Secret Hideaway.” Then I remember, and say, “Oh yes, I’ve been here before.”I also know that the door is always unlocked for me; I open it and walk into a warm cozy room. Every time I see this place, it takes my breath away. There is a romantic sensuous setting; wooden furniture including a wet-bar, a fireplace with a roaring fire, a white bearskin rug, and a fur covered bed. I take off my coat, walk.