His mom had grabbed him again. Maura waved at him from the back of the room. “Hey, look who’s not dead!” and “Let’s get the fuck out of here...” were megaphoned in her little gesture. Adam’s father nodded.“Sweetheart. Just because his ribs aren’t broken doesn’t mean you get to finish the job.” Father said to mother opening the hug. “Sheriff still around?”“No, he left after talking to Mr Zucker.” Adam’s mother thumbed her dry eyes, daring them to cry again. “Now, let’s get you home and fed--”“I. Miller was standing next to her husband with a large smile on her face. They were just standing there looking at him.“Nasty weather out there, isn’t it.”“It was really overcast earlier. I was afraid it was going to rain on your big date.”“I washed the truck this morning and then it drizzled all afternoon. Now the truck has got water spots all over it.”“Don’t worry about it. It’s too dark to tell.”“That truck tends to attract a lot of attention. People can’t resist coming up to it and checking. My legs to the back legs and my hands to the top of the front legs. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples still rock hard. My bare bum is sticking out and I’m sure my pussy is going to drip on the floor soon. Master walks around me and inspects his handiwork, inspects his slut. His fingers are caressing over my back slowly and teasingly. He leans down and kisses me passionately, our tongues playing. Master is hard with me but his kisses always show he loves me. As soon as our kisses stop he. You slide your hands under my ass and raise my hips, arching my pussy towards your mouth, diving in once more. Your tongue slides back down the channel of my pussy, your thumb moving to roll over my slippery clit and you thrust your tongue deeply inside, sucking my juices into your mouth. I thrash in your grasp, my body trembling in delicious pleasure, the edge of the world rushing towards me. Your thumb moves over my clit faster, eyes on my face as I cry out your name. My body vibrates under.