Or… or would I? Why did she have to be drunk to enjoy herself? ‘Do you want a drink?’ I want your cock between my tits and my hands and my legs... I want you to fill my mouth as ride my fingers. I want you to fuck me and make me cum. ‘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 motel when he could clearly afford better. She didn’t care about what other people thought. Not any more. Not since she’d. The room was run down and dirty. An old ceiling fan was fixed to the ceiling. "Stand underneath the fan, don't say anything" I instructed her. She moved slowly as if unsure. My hand came down on her bare ass, hard. she lurched forward "fuck" she screamed. "Get under the fucking fan" She looked at me out the corner of her eyes. Good I thought, she has a little fire, some resistance yet. I picked up some thin cord off the desk. I threw an end over the fan motor and secured her hands to it. she. Put your fingers in deeper. Yes. Oh my. Kristen, will you rub my tight hole while you play with my pussy? I want to feel you rubbing me back there. Please rub it.”“Mary Lou you are a nasty girl and I love you for that. I will do whatever you want me to. I like your tight hole and I will play with it. If I had a dick, I would love to push it in to feel your muscle gripping it. I am going to cum just playing with you”, said Kristen.“Sophia. I hope you are ready for something creamy and warm. I. He said you saved him and his family and now you have come to rescue Rosa and me. I am so grateful to you, Marshal,” she told him, smiling as she held out her arms and walked toward him.“What’s your name?” Eli asked as she pressed her warm body against him and held him tightly. He felt her sobbing and pulled her closer.“I am Analisa Estela Vasquez,” she told him, still holding onto him as she cried.“How old are you, Analisa?”“I am twenty one, same as Rosa. I am so happy you brought me with you..