"Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" I'm Sally Baynes, Hurley's niece," she answered, lowering her hands. "I borrowed the key you gave Unc...e Hurley."I tucked the gun back in its holster and stepped toward her. I'd seen her picture and Hurley's cabin and remembered her."Long Tall Sally, huh," I grinned. "I wondered when I'd get to meet you." I was thinking the same thing," she said with a brilliant smile. "Uncle Hurley's told me quite a bit about you. He wasn't exaggerating,. I was at least glad that I hadn’t ended up in LA or New York; I’m not a fan of big cities, and Winston was comparatively small, not that I’d seen all that much of the place. But knowing I’d have a few days before my flight, I wanted to see some of the sights. I spoke to the concierge at the hotel and he was most helpful, suggesting I could take a group guided tour of downtown Winston, and then he remembered that only a couple of weeks ago a woman had left some business cards at the desk. I felt him hitting my cervix all the time and I was sure right then that the head of his cock had to have pushed in past my tight cervix opening. It was a pain-and-pleasure thing, sort of a cramping yet one of the hardest throbbing peaks of pleasure I had ever felt.This went on and on. My knees finally became sore, but Martin wanted to film me some more. He had more friends show up; I don't know if he called them or not, maybe they just knew to come over or something. All I know is, by the time. The pair of them left as they'd been roped into trick or treating for charity. The sun was dropping, so we started to get our costumes ready. Mine was a skin tight red pvc devil's outfit, similar to the one used by Bananarama in their song 'Venus.' It showed off my slim physique and pert breasts perfectly. Luckily, my parents were out of town, since they'd have never allowed me to leave the house in it. To compliment the costume, I put on my favorite lush red lipstick, black eyeliner, and some.