Now what? What can I do? I clicked over to one of the chat rooms. Feeling discouraged, I thought I’d look at the pictures and maybe I would see Mast...r Jason. I looked for some time without success. I was sad, discouraged, and about to sign off when I received a message. Welcome back - Master Jason. That’s all it said. But I couldn't acknowledge him; he wasn't taking messages from me. Then another message: Get on Skype. No excuses. I turned on Skype and saw him sign in. Sadie, hello. Hello. The white van that we'd used to pick up Jackie from the petrol station was parked with its engine running. Harry leant out of the driver's window. "Come on," he said, "get in. I'll brief you on the way."I jogged around to the far side of the van and slid back the door."Hi," said a girl's voice as I went to climb in. Sitting next to Harry was a girl in her early twenties with short blonde hair. She and Harry were wearing the same coveralls that I'd put on."Hi," I said in response, not sure if. Jerome shoved his cock back into my wanting mouth, plunging deeply in and catching me a bit unaware again, making me gag as he levered it all the way down into my throat.I cried some muffled sounds, as he held my head and ground his cock balls deep in my poor throat. He let me push him off and pulled out as I coughed, making me choke on my own breath as he slapped me across my face.He held my head by my curly hair and stared into my eyes.Then I immediately understood I was completely his, far. He rammed my buttocks against the glass with each piledriving thrust. One hand was on the back of my neck, holding my face steady, while the other was at the small of my back, gripping my bunched-up skirt like a leash around my waist. He kept his tongue deep in my mouth, stifling my cries.My arousal was already so extreme that I could not last long, and neither could he. I began to cum again, as hard as before, my pussy a silken clamp. He exploded, and I felt the first copious gush of his musky.