'" Kelly waspretty sure that the voice was Mr. Thomas, but she didn't tell Andrewthat."'Nod if you will do as I say.' he said next and Kelly nodded. S...e wasscared to death he would hurt her."Then Kelly heard the door close and the man pushed her farther intothe house. 'Remember, don't look at me. I'm going to let you go, butdon't move unless I tell you. OK?' Kelly nodded. She felt his handsremoving her jacket and heard him toss it aside. Then she felt hisbody against her back and his hands. “Hey, pretty boi! Daddy’s about two-and-a-half hours away. Are you ready for me?”“Yes, I am. I can’t wait, Matt. Drive carefully.”“I will sweetheart. See you in a bit, babe,” the native Tennessean said before ending the conversation.Matt focused back on the highway. He was looking forward to fucking the sexy tiny Asian femboi. His wife and daughter were out of state for a regional cheer competition. So this gave him the ability to make such a trek. He’d met Amanda while playing tight end at. Mr. Barton sent a quick message to the ‘winning’ platinum donor, seated in the first row: “We are worried her breasts cannot take any more – can you suggest an alternative that would satisfy you equally?” The reply came straight away: “I agree. Give her the choice: take the remaining twenty on the breasts or do something humiliating and, in return, choose a different body part. I’ll feed you her instructions via text when the time comes.”During this enforced break, the cameras had been. I took his entire length with ease, no gagging, no stretching, no effort. My nose was in his bush of pubic hair, my forehead against his lower abdomen. I sucked on it a few minutes, becoming bored, wanting a cock in me. I climbed on top, guided him in, barely feeling it and rode him. Banging my clit against him, I thought about work. That led to thoughts of all the black men flirting and complimenting me. That led to thoughts of that night of the dance fundraiser. Which led to thoughts.