He adjusted the length of the rod going into Stephanie's puss, lowering just a tad to make sure she was comfortably impaled."slave, you were very good...during your lessons, so I want you to make yourself cum when I turn on the camera," Jeffery said while he stood up.The thought of being on video sent a wave of butterflies into her stomach. It was both frightening and erotic at the same time. She was pretty sure that Jeffery would never let anyone else look at the disk, but what if someone played. He was asking for directions to get back to his hotel. I knew how to get him to his hotel, but I wanted to take him home with me. I haven't fucked another Britt since I left home, and Peter was hard to resist. I told him that I'd give him a ride to his hotel. As we got into my car and started driving, we started talking. He asked why I moved to America, I told him that my parents didn't approve of my lifestyle of heavy partying and so I left. As we turned onto the road that Peter's hotel was on. When Scout was sufficiently rinsed off, and I shampooed her hair, I told her to go change, and that I would be out in a minute. As soon as she closed the door, I peeled of my swim trunks. And started to masturbate. I leaned against the wall and moved my hand back and forth on my cock as fast as I could. I imagined Scout in the pool, with no top on, her perky titties point out at me. “Whatcha doin'?” I heard a little girls voice say. I jumped and turned away from the door. As I jacked off she. That and fresh milk, builds strong bodies." I turned and started walking towards the baggage carousel, looking for my bag. "Look for a red ribbon on the handle of the bag, which will be mine." He followed closely and stood behind me, obviously checking out my ass.The bag was retrieved and we departed the airport and got into his car. We chatted back and forth about Dad and the farm. He asked about my brother and sister and of course, my mom. I told him that mom had left Dad like 6 years ago and.