Aitch’s gaze snapped to it, and he said, “Who the hell is that?” “Uh…I dunno,” said Shane. “Uh…I guess someone was behind us on the ro...d all the way from town.” “You stupid son of a bitch!” yelled Aitch. “That’s gotta be the bastard who was askin’ around about his daughter! You led him right here!” I gasped in sudden hope. “Uh…sorry, Aitch.” Up the drive came a black Range Rover with custom plates reading BGMOUTH2. It stopped just past the curve around the bushes, some distance behind the. A mirror-like kindred spirit, who was more dominant to my more submissive nature. I batted my eyelashes, fighting back the tear duct-reflex, as his cock once again punched past my mouth and into my throat. Partly from my cocksucking, partly from his fuck-thrust my eyes were about to cry without and emotional cause, other than sexual joy, I suppose. He moaned again as I resumed my gaze up into my master's handsome face. My eyes accented like always with cobalt blue shadow with silver highlights. It is already late at night and based upon the tight red dress and high heels she is going somewhere looking far more interesting than she usual outings. She flushes and mumbles an excuse about meeting some colleagues out for a drink. Based upon her daughter's expression she doesn't quite believe that but let it go regardless. If she only knew what was about to happen tonight. The drive to the hotel seems longer than it should, she assumes this is due to her nerves. Her heart pounds, hands. "We have an arrangement. I do my thing, he does his, we don't talk about it, and we're both very happy." I don't want to," I said, embarrassed."Well," she said. "Then I guess I'll just have to tell your uncle how I found you. You think he'll tell your parents? I bet he'll feel like he should."I was defeated.I pulled down the panties I was wearing and wrapped my cock in the black satin floral print. I started stroking, not feeling at all erotic at first, but slowly got into it. Pam's eyes were.