"This is your car?" she said, as they got to his red 1970 Boss Mustang. "Yeah it's kind of a project car. I've been working on fixing it up for a coup...e years now. I got it as a rusty old heap at a junkyard about two and a half years ago. I work on it in my spare time, and have got it looking pretty good finally," he said. "You certainly have!" Rebekah said, running her fingers over the curve of the rear wheel well. "It's beautiful!" "Thanks," he said, opening the door for her. He helped her. It lay pressed atop his left thigh and though he had seen it many times while they worked together, Rocco marveled again at the fact that Nacho's tool stretched nearly all the way to his hip. Slowly moving his hands inwards, Rocco brushed his fingers against the waistband of Nacho's trunks, dipping his left hand down Nachos right thigh. Nacho's heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, but that stopped suddenly when Rocco's hands moved again. Rocco moved his left hand to the center of. " She mewed as she did so. "Now slap your tits." "Ohh." "Harder." "Ohhhh..." "HARDER, Dammit!" "OHH, Master!" "Caress them." "Oh, Master. My nipples... they're throbbing and hot." "And hard?" "Oh, yes, Master. So hard. Mmmmm." "Squeeze your thighs together." "Ohhh..." "How wet are you?" "Ohhh, so wet, Master." "Dripping?" "Y... Yes, Master." "Your cunt is dripping." "Yes, Master. M... My c... cunt is dripping." "Reach between your legs and finger that cunt. Play with the wet dripping pussy,. ... uh... I... Good morning, Master", I managed to stammer. I tried not to look at His eyes, so filled with anger. "Give me your hand... NOW", He demanded. I tried to casually wipe my fingers on the sheets as I withdrew my hand. His tongue flicked across my fingers; in a move that any other time would have felt erotic. His hand in my hair tightened and He growled low in His throat again. "Get up, slut" He barked at me, and I tried to scramble out of bed, with His hand wound in the long tangled.