I felt so good. Caroline looked at me approvingly and laughed. “Oh yes you slag. That’s perfect. I suggest you don’t stand around on the street ...ooking like that. You’ll be arrested in about two minutes because nobody would be in any doubt that you are on the hunt for cock, and probably as many as you can get.” “Right, into the bedroom then.”My mouth was as dry as a desert at the thought of what I was about to do. I was worried, apprehensive, probably even scared, but I know it was something. She pulled back out of my window and opened my door, she knelt down head next to my steering wheel. "Give me your fucking cum now" she demanded stroking the full length of my shaft going balls deep on my cock. Working her throat unbelievably fast all the while begging in the sexiest sluttiest way for my cum. As if it were lifeblood she needed to keep living. Her moans reverberating through my shaft with every stroke of her juicy lips sucking so hard it felt like she might swallow it whole. They were viscous pastes made from sacred herbs and plants that were found in the Coral Sea, staining her hide with shades of blue, red, and white. The tribe used body paints for ceremonial purposes, and as decoration, but these were different. As the Shaman applied them, she could feel their power starting to flow through her, as though the substances were seeping through her skin. Her heartbeat quickened, her pupils dilating, the coral walls of the chamber seeming to shift and move in the. The cake was rich and succulent. It melted in my mouth and as the caffeine hit my bloodstream, I felt a pleasing rush. I was very dismayed when I looked down at the last forkful. The rich cake was gone and although I knew I’d have to pay for it, I actually felt like I’d made the right choice. "Good?" Daddy asked, his eyes twinkling . "MMMMmmmmHHHmmmm, Daddy. Thank you," I said my voice trailing. "You can thank me later after I've beaten your ass." The waitress walked up with the revised check.