I went down the stairs and back outside. I headed down by the river and followed the path along. It was very dark, just the light of the car park cast...ng shadows through the trees. I got to the end of the path before it turned and headed to campus. I waited there on the corner and decided to stroke my little penis a small bit. I put my hand up my short dress and felt my crotch beneath the tights. Then I opened my coat and pulled out my tiny 2 inch cock and started stroking it with my thumb and. “What are you blathering, mommy? Do you know what you are? Just a shrimp; a little, small thing. And I’m your master. Call me sir and tell me who’s your master! Go ahead, little mommy, I want to hear from you!!”And while his meaty fingers continued to ravish her inner parts, the poor lady obeyed and whimpered, in her childlike voice: “Yes, sir, yes, you are my master . . . my strong, big master!”“Am I good enough for you, mommy?” he insisted and pulled out his fingers.Carol was humiliated.. Mr Ryan's eyes rolled as his finger went deeper inside, his head thrusting backwards, pulling our kiss with him.I didn't want it to end, he was too good. Thrusting faster I could tell he was about to cum, my hips being pushed harder down onto him. "Stop" I said, repeating the words he had earlier. His eyes stopped, his face lurching forward. "Are you okay?" he asked, puzzled. I smiled, lifting myself off him. A slight moan leaving my lips as his cock and finger left me. I turned towards the. I’d taken the precaution of not carrying all my debit cards at once, and I had a spare ID, money and another phone in a lock box under my passenger seat. “Let’s get down the road, if that’s what you think we should do.”The person – she, I could tell now that I could see her head in profile, was a shade darker than my Hispanic heritage made me, and she appeared to be a good bit younger than my forty years. She glanced at me and smiled. “What?”“It’s getting late. We need to stop somewhere, and I.