“I know you like these shoes, don’t you?” She wedged the pointed toe in the space between my lower abdomen and my risen cock and plucked it so t...e thing quivered and sprang back and forth. “What do you think Carlos, should I fuck him with my shoe or make him suck on it?” “Make him suck it. The only thing going in his ass is my cock.” He stamped his foot for emphasis as he uttered “my cock.” “Oh, I don’t know.” She dragged out the last word pensively.” I bet he’d love this shoe up his ass.” . He opens my legs fully, releasing my sins and lovingly places my legs over his leather clad shoulders. Right leg over left shoulder. Left leg over right shoulder. He leans in slowly, sniffs me as he draws in and sends his tongue to my moist opening. My God. Morning sunlight creeps through the sheers against the window and warms my partially clad brown skinned body as I lay whorishly sprawled between crisp linen sheets and my Ivory lover. His moans confirm his pleasure and the lady takes a. Then she realized he was looking for reassurance and scooted over next to him. She took his right hand off the steering wheel and held it between her own. She spoke softly, looking down at their entwined hands.“Yes, Peter, I really liked it—all of it.” When he turned, surprised at having his thoughts read, to look at her she met his gaze, nodded emphatically and finished, “You...and Mr. Bad Man...can kidnap me anytime you want.” At which point Peter stopped the car in the middle of the. The car journey was the entire nightmare she expected and more. It was also the longest that Moobli had ever been in a car. After the novelty of new scenery had worn off, he soon made his disgruntlement known to all. They stopped the night at a motel on the M6. The plan being that they would have the most of the next day to meet old friends.It was strange for Kirsty to slip under the crisp sheets all alone. The cool linen soothed her scratched back but not her loneliness. She looked at the.