I wanted to be with him. He saved me. I loved him so much. Which only made me squirm more, savoring the caress of leather on my body.How did I get so ...ucky? Why me out of all the other lamia born in subjugation on the other side of the Despeir Mountains? Did Las lust for me more than my sisters? Was the God of Lust staring down at my cute ass right now wanting to fuck me like Master did?Did he guide this hunky man to me?My arms tightened about his waist, fingernails scratching at the front of. He turned around to face her, his back to the car, "ok now I want you to suck my dick." Bonnie nodded and moved to her knees in front of him, "yes master." She fumbled with his belt, finally she got it unbuckled and unsnapped his jeans. She tugged them down his fat legs, along with his briefs, exposing his skinny 6" cock to her. Ethan looked down, over his fat gut, trying to see what she was doing as he felt her take his semi hard dick into her hand and lightly fondle it. "Is this for me. Slowly, she pulled her fingers from inside her cunt and wiped her sticky hands across the sheets. As her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to a normal rate, she hoped against hope David hadn't witnessed what she'd wanted him to see and hear just minutes before."David, if you were watching and listening, let me clarify the record. I haven't been a slut for a long time. Some things happened, and I learned some important lessons the hard way." She rolled to her side and pulled the sheet. About 20 minutes later, we were all on our 4th or 5th beers, and the conversation was tuning to a more personal nature. Ceez was asking me how often I swim, and telling me that I had lovely legs. I smiled, and at that point the whole conversation seemed to focus on me.I was a bit tipsy, when Paul, sitting beside me placed his hand on my leg. I looked up at him, and tried to move my leg back, but he only gripped it tighter, smiling. I set my beer on the coffee table, and grabbed his hand to pull.