When he put his hand on my leg, I just moved closer. As soon as he parked in the far back side of the bar and grill. I unzipped his pants, and release... his cock. I licked the pre cum off and started sucking with all I had. His hands on my breast felt so wonderful, and he knew how to work my nipples. Fearing that he would come, before I had a chance to climax. I asked him to move the steering wheel up out of the way so he could fuck me. I moved my skirt out of the way and saddled. A broad smile quickly spread across his features, with a playful suggestion of a leer as his eyes took in her wet figure. “Glad you made it safely back in all this rain. The Aston Martin can be a handful in bad weather.”“Yeah, maybe I should have come back last night. But the drive wasn’t too bad. The rain only got heavy after I was off the highway.” She slowly walked toward him as she talked, trying to be casual in spite of being self-consciousness about her wet blouse. She silently chided. She couldn't. Miriam just collapsed on the ground due to the loss of blood to her legs. The two black youngsters picked her back up by her upper arms as lightening bolts of pain shot up and down her arms and shoulders. She couldn't scream as the tape was still covering her mouth but she let out a God-awful moan as the beautiful blonde woman writhed in agony.Her captors half-carried, half-dragged her into the filthy house. There were other black men already in what might have passed for a den. Your name is lingering on my sweet, perfect lips. The way my hips move with you, with such a steady hungry need, it’s perfect. We both feel it, your fingers move up to tease my clit. They begin to move deftly, knowing what to do. It makes me call out for you again once more. I drop my head, looking down at you watching me. You do that thing you do, oh fuck you do. I feel the moans of your vibrations deep inside my core. With that, it’s all I need. I grip your hair, moving my hips, whimpering.