I had chosen a crossroads where he could pick me up, and a few minutes before the agreed time a grey Volkswagen pulled over next to me. I didn't say a...word, stepped in and felt like a cheap whore. He took turns into ever smaller roads as we were very busy not trying to spook each other, we didn't look at each other's faces. Nevertheless, I saw him sneaking peaks through the suspiciously maladjusted rear view mirror, when I was trying to spot the face of the man whose dick I would be tasting. My eyes nearly popped out when she deliberately bent over and wiggled. Don’t you ever wear panties, Jeanie? I loved the sight of her puffy lips and it was truly wonderful that she wore tiny skirts, flaunting her firm ass and hot pussy.Hang on, did I catch a peek of moisture on those lips? Did it drip down the inside of her thigh? Is she turned on by being a tease? Damn, Jeanie, you’re such a slut and you always get me hard. I was bravely thinking about dropping my trousers when I heard a. He didn’t listen, of course. Since my thong was already pulled to the side and stuck there from my juices it was an easy thing for him to push the head of his cock inside my tight, virgin pussy. I was thankful for my riding lessons at that point – if I still had my cherry, I knew, it would hurt like a bitch. Between being thankful, resistant and horny I didn’t even realize when my little, but oh so huge, brother shoved his thick tool inside my snatch. Then, without warning, he was forcing me to. Looking up I saw my 'ride'. He was now wearing blacklatex pants, a red latex shirt and a black leather vest. "Finally awake, I see." "Where am I? Why am I here?" "You're here and her for my use. No more questions."With that He whips out His cock and relieves Himself over my body.He produces a baby bottle filled with a pale yellow fluid. I suckon the nipple to sate my thirst. The bitter taste stops me fromfinishing the bottle. Pulling me from.