It was morning when Karen opened Vicki's crate.Vicki struggled with her emotions as the side of the crate opened. ?Interesting, I've never seen the in...ide of the crate. I just made the shippingarrangements. This is Jack's own design.? She fondled Vicki's breasts examiningeach part of the crate. She took the hood off of Vicki. Vicki blinked strugglingwith the light of day. She left Vicki crated for another hour while she showered? andanother hour while she fussed about the kitchen. It took. 'She was being too bold. I was speechless.'There's no faking what I saw in you that night. You loved it. I'll bet you even want him to fuck you.'In a way it angered me that she was taking control. That was my job. But I remained silent. My mouth had gone dry. My cock had swelled. I couldn't find my voice. There was too much truth in what she said.'I knew it.'She said it softly, confidently, triumphantly. In the end it was my uncharacteristic silence that gave me away. I hated being so. My first girl friend in college didn't have much going for her in the face department. In fact she may have been the ugliest girl on campus. But "Irish" made up for it in so many other ways. (And NOT just a great personality)First of all as many people know ugly girls give the best head. They don't complain about getting cum in their mouth or getting spooge on their specs. In fact I think for them it's a wild turn on.Secondly Irish had the perfect chubby chaser's dream for a body. My. Vicky came around and sat down beside me and laid her hand on my leg and smiled at me and looked at Logan and smiled a tree her. We had a good day riding around the mountain towns going into little shops looking at different sights. Vicky said she was getting tired and asked if we could go back to the cabin and rest, we agreed and she looked back at Logan and then to me and said” and I might need to feel that tongue back inside my ass and pussy again” I whipped my head around and looked at her.