"Oooooh fuckkkk," she groaned, sighing as her body relaxed. She closed her eyes, writhing her hips lightly as he started to finger her."Fuck man," Nat... exclaimed. "Little honey's loving that."Jordan smoothly fingered her, resting his thumb on her clitoris. She instantly reacted by bucking her hips."She's very wet," Jordan murmured. "You didn't finish yourself off earlier then huh?"She shook her head."Were you watching porn?" he asked, adding his forefinger alongside his middle finger.She. Whoever needed crew and would take them both.They had had one final adventure together before David went off to University and Grace 'blossomed'. At thirteen and one half, Grace became the personification of every male dream on the West Coast of Lake Michigan.The adventure was the Chicago to Mackinac Race of 1961. Gypsy won in 59 hours, 23 minutes 20 seconds. That was on corrected time. David Anderson and Grace Anoli were crew on Baby Cakes. After corrected time, she came in eighty-seventh out. Right now as Matt moved to her other foot, she was lost in the book that she was reading. She was happy with the pleasant sensation of tongue on her feet but that just about all that Matt meant to her – a tongue for her feet. She never felt any sort of guilt at using Matt for relieving her feet as she knew that by doing this she was giving worth to Matt’s life. It was obvious to both of them how beneath he was to her and how superior she was to him that it hadn’t taken a word for either of them. Give it to me," She pleaded."I told you not to talk!" I said."I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Damn right it won't happen again!"I made one last trip to the drawer and pulled out a giant ball gag and a paddle."Open your mouth!"I placed the gag in her mouth so that she couldn't speak."O.K.since you didn't comply with my request, You will only be able to respond by shaking your head yes or no," I told her.With a gentle tap, I smacked the bottom of her left foot then alternating to the right.