As he went down on me i let my hand drift to his beautiful pantie clad bottom and let my fingers brush his already wet pussy . It was no problem whats...ever for my two middle fingers to slip gently up inside him as he bounced up and down on my saliva covered cock with aplomb.He stopped briefly to tell me that he had been seen to a little earlier by a trucker with a big cock so his pussy was well greased and open to further probing if i was so inclinedFor me it was now my turn to give his. No trimming or anything, just brushing it a little differently than I normally do."Ok, let's take a look." I started to turn to look in the vanity mirror, but she stopped me and pulled me toward the closet. "Ready?" I nodded and she opened the door to swing the full length mirror on the inside around to face me. I wasn't ready for what I saw. There, framed in the mirror, was a tall, slender girl. She was no beauty, but was at least attractive. The hairstyle was a bit butch, but not bad when. "You correct her on the pronunciation."See what I mean? I can't even pronounce it right, silly ol' me." She laughs and gives you a playful touch on the shoulder.You ask where you'll be able to put your things and she lets you into the house. The living is spacious with a couch in the middle and the television on the wall. The walls have portraits of her family. One photo catches your eyes: its of Claire with two women beside her. The one in the center looks to be your age and the orher closer. She's terrified, and you haven't even gotten started yet. That's how you like it: a face so young, wet with tears of fear; a fragile, supple mind whose contours are easily molded through the judicious application of pain and terror. You're glad she's fighting. It's always better when they fight. She is, of course, doomed anyway. Her wrists are cuffed quite securely behind her back. It's amazing what you can accomplish with a few ounces of steel. The cuffs go around a girl's slender.