She immediately started fiddling with the console on the rear door and before I knew it, she had the console pulled up and was telling me to start the...engine. I looked at her for a second and then complied. When the engine caught and started running, Donna did something with the screwdriver inside the console and pressed down on the power window button. The next thing I knew, the window started rolling down as smooth as silk. Donna smiled in satisfaction. Jumped in, closed her door and passed. She turned over and climbed on top of me, still in the sixty-nine position. This gave me a good view of her cunt and arse.“lick my arse, etta… oh! Lick it nicely…. That’s how… that’s it…” she was gurgling with my prick in her mouth.I noticed the brown puckered hole. It seemed slightly large. My saliva had lubricated it well. I could now insert my tongue into it slightly. I spread it out with both my hands. I could now insert it more. She was in ecstasy. Her moaning increased. I then wet one. She planned it this way.She remembers well. Three years ago, she sat on the stage, while another girl, another goddess, also dressed in white, performed her final act for Him. That one was taller than her, with brown hair and brown eyes, larger breasts, curvier, fuller hips. She had also prepared herself, and prepared her act for Him. Like her, she had scripted her offering. Like her, she met with the woman who would succeed her. A gorgeous brunette, and arranged the show. Her final offering to. "Here's a talent for yea troubles my good man."The innkeeper pocketed the coin eagerly. "We're almost with no food for such as you, sire, only a stew and some bread, but we have good wine and the bed is of fine hay if I may say so." Good. It will suffice." He nodded to the serving wench that was busy pouring wine from a barrel. "And a bed warmer?" This ain't a brothel, good sire. What the wench does is her business. Sometimes she takes with a guy and others not. You will have to ask her by.