She reached down and guided it into her, then she pushed back slowly taking it as far into her wet slit as she could and then started to ride me. The ...eeling was incredible and I was memorised by her breasts bouncing and swaying above me. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last very long, as I had got so worked up listening to her story. I did try to hold back, but as my cum poured into her I pushed so hard that I even lifted her up a bit. I just wanted to be as deep inside her as possible. . They had nothing against thrift shops.Far from it - they regarded them as an unmitigated blessing for poorfamilies. And that was the problem. They were not poor, and tended tothink of shopping at a thrift shop in terms of depriving some poor personof whatever they were buying. It just seemed not proper to them. Theymade an exception when they were looking for something hard to find,especially if it wasn't something likely to benefit a poorer buyer. Angel pointed out that the swap shops did not. The three clambered out of the car, Jane and Dan extracting the cooler, and strolled to the pit. The girl observed her two new companions, Dan in his loose jeans, flip-flops and white t-shirt. Jane wore a bikini bottom, sandals, and a plaid button shirt. From beneath the long shirt folds the girl could see Jane’s smooth bottom and sultry thighs.They cooked hotdogs over the fire. Their conversation was simple: Where were you born, where do you live, how old etc. The girl learned that the pair. We soon arrived at a cheap motel and I was lead in, my instructions were simple. Paul, Reuben and Lionel was to be my masters and I was to be their sex slave, I was to submit to their wishes and not refuse their trespasses. I was instructed that what ever I was asked to do, I would do willingly and not object nor protest... My three adversaries undressed and stood in a semi circle as I sat in a chair, Paul directed 'get rid of all your clothes,' Reuben interjected 'we are not going to ask.