She craved passion, fun and spontaneity. And as she rhythmically rammed her big, black dildo up inside of her, she thought of how she'd really like to...be fucked hard, up against the wall and cry out in reckless abandon. She wanted to be removed from this Madonna role and be a dirty slut for a while. She didn't want to have to think about responsibilities, about how people would frown on the behaviour of her. "You know she has two young kids, don't you Sally," those perfect women who didn't have. I had won our contest and I wanted my prize. He looked at me, but did as I instructed. About half an hour later we parked at the head of a hiking trail outside town. I jumped out of the car and ran down the trail. I could hear Dane running to catch me. Before long I reached a thin ‘game trail’ that branched off the one I was on, and glancing back at him, turned down it. Minutes later I stopped by a slow moving creek running through a little glade. Dane slipped his arms around. Most of them deliberately used coins for the last few dollars, just to see them disappear as they were sucked into her greedy asshole, and she'd cry when they used a broom handle to force the coins deeper into her. Seeing her used as a piggy bank gave me a good idea, though.That was her final show before she came home with me. My buddies were done with her, and I convinced them not to shoot the usual 'farewell' snuff video. I hadn't had my fun with her yet, entertaining though the video would. ‘C’mon Darius! Just this once,’ Karyn pleaded. Darius prepared to continue his protest but couldn’t help notice Shella’s face had lit up at the idea. Finally, after a moment Darius sighed and nodded. ‘Just this once,’ he agreed. Shella’s eyes lit up and she suddenly gave Darius a tight hug. Darius awkwardly hugged her back. — ‘What are you so nervous about Shella Lynn?’ her mother Bethany asked, while she helped her daughter do her hair. ‘I haven’t been on a date in forever,’ Shella reminded.