It was all we could think of, all consuming. We had to find her, therewere no other options. It was a busy three days, first an address, thena phone n...mber. The phone number led us to her Ex-husband, who wasn'thelpful at all. A deeper search gave us three other numbers.The profile we found wasn't really hers but it had her informationattached to it. Finally on the third day the last number, we left avoice message and got a reply.We talked with her briefly, hopefully we could be friends, and we. I got more clients than most as at 14 I was still a bit taboo and my time with Jack meant I would do anything a client wanted. Most were pretty tame; anal or watching me fuck animals was usually the extent and sometimes I got to swallow piss or be bathed in it but nothing prepared me for a group of clients who paid a small fortune to use my mouth as a toilet.I arrived in the room – the money already having been paid in advance and I was told this was the most expensive job I had so far and I. I asked her how she had gotten away from her husband. She told me that she had gotten him drunk and then they went to bed. In that condition nothing would wake him up. She got up and checked to make sure he was out and he was dead to the world. She changed her clothes and came up. She said that she had snuck past the other camps hoping that she would not be caught. When she got so far she just ran. She looked beautiful in the light of the camp fire. She walked over to the table, untied her. After he’d done that he’d left my ass alone, but now I knew he’d just been waiting. I whimpered and shook my head. Even the pressure of just his cockhead against my closed ass burned. “No, not that it hurts… please.” I begged. He raised his hand and slapped my ass hard enough that I cried instantly. “Get used to it slut. Now reach back here and spread you ass open.” I whimpered and shook over the table, I just couldn’t do it. I loved having his cock sliding into my tiny cunt, but this was.