I am standing by my first car, a 1964 Pontiac Tempest. I remember dealing the owner of the car.The junkyard was 20 miles north of Gladwin. It reminded...me of the TV show, Sanford and Son. The car was in bad shape, one step from a car crusher. The guy wanted 1200 dollars for the car. I think he thought he found a sucker."I will give you five hundred for it," I offered."Make it a grand, because it's a convertible, also I had a new top for it," He countered.We finally agreed on seven hundred for. " Olivia yelped at the force of the blow and the stinging heat that flared in her flesh. "Yes, Sir," she gasped. I grabbed another rope from the pile on my bed, connected it to the rope around her hips and finished weaving the hip harness. I stood up and lifted her off the ground by the hip harness, as I pushed my cock into her ass. Olivia let her head fall back onto my shoulder and gently rubbed her cheek against mine. She closed her eyes and relished the almost forgotten feel of skin on. I brought my wet fingers up to her right breast and rubbed her wetness over her nipple. She moaned as my tongue hit her breast and I began sucking on it, getting my first little taste of her pussy. Unable to resist any longer, I slid her thong down and ordered her to sit on my desk. She propped herself up on the desk and placed her hands slightly behind her at her sides for balance. She was extremely flexible and easily placed her feet (still in her heels) up on the desk as well. With her. The envelope flew back to him."Get in the carriage, Mr. Faulkner. You will find Sir Wilson waiting for you," the driver said, turning his gaze to the roadway in front of him. Larry walked up to the side of the carriage, opened the door.The interior was lit by candlelight, the candles safely stowed in lanterns. The illumination gave a distinguished, ancient air to the interior. There was only one occupant, dressed in what appeared to be medieval armor. His gray hair was cut short, as was his.