"Pam, give me the keys," I said.She threw me the keys, without even thinking about it, and kept walking.To most women, cars are only machines, so Pam ...ust threw me her keys. That meant that she didn't have to hold on to them while she walked, and she didn't have to worry about me either.But these guys saw their cars, as an extension of themselves. They went to a lot of trouble, to customize and make their cars unique, so I knew that my plan would work. The guys typically parked at the back of. Once he knew how much I could take he put his hands on my head and began face fucking me deep. After a couple minutes I had to come up for air. My cock was hard and he grabbed it and started licking the head. I thought I was going to cum but then I had a thought. I wonder if he would fuck me? That slowed me down. I realized that if he asked I was letting him do me. A he licked up and down my cock I felt his fingers make their way toward my ass. I was surprised to feel myself lean forward to. So I cover her mouth, throw her on to the bed and in her ear I tell her to, "SHUT UP, LITTLE MISSY, you know what's coming next"...At least that's what I really wanted to say and do. As soon as I thought about how much I love her though I snapped out of my rage and realised that I was still downstairs, staring at the staircase, plotting what I would do about her disobedience. Thankfully, I always have my selection of "tools" for such an occasion. I could hear Little Missy huffing and puffing in. When the spit was cleaned polished and ready for tomorrow Jessica's former father headed back to the house toward the kitchen entrance, "Ok its ready hun, now where’s this meat-girl?" he asked as she pointed toward the meat-girl storage locker. Walking over to the locker he opened it to see his daughter standing there nude bound up like a meat-girl, "What’s this?, your going to roast up our daughter?" he said in shock, "No we are going to roast up the meat-girl that volunteered who use to be.