I reached around to cup her luscious ass, squeezing it and pulling her against the aching bulge in my pants. She gasped. Her hips moved slowly, grindi...g her pussy against my erection.Her hand began to fumble with my belt. “Daddy,” she moaned, “give it to me, I want you Daddy…”I kissed her again, feeling her tongue swirling in my mouth. There was no need for foreplay; I was throbbing hard and she was wet, wet and ready. I slowly stripped her top and her bra off and pushed her skirt up to her. . or do I? I forgot that I left my wallet at the house and just brought my ID's with me. So now I'm just stuck out and need a ride to my house or someone to loan me cash and follow me to the house. What a day. I'm just gonna lay my head on the steering wheel, hoping things will go my way. "Excuse me, is there something wrong with your car?" That voice sounds familiar. Looking up I saw the familiar boobs. It's her. "Why yes ma'am. I'm out of gas and I left my money at home. I'm sorry for being. Shit, I owed the man the respect of being honest with him. I’d just have to be straight forward and hope that he’d let me live. He was a pretty intimidating man with his bulging muscles, buzz cut hair-do, and scarred face. I was more afraid of him than I had been when I’d been outnumbered by those dirty bikers.“Yes, sir. I know that you might not approve, but we love each other very much, and I promise that I would never do anything to hurt Cindy, Mr. Carson,” I squeaked out as I forced myself. The pain delivered through sex was a new experience for her, but she’d been excited by his roughness. The way in which he’d ripped her thong away – the elastic stinging abrasively against her flesh. The sharp pain when he entered her; the feeling of being stretched there sensing his full balls slapping against her buttocks. The spanking he administered whilst fucking her hard. Knowing she had enjoyed it and wondering how she could work the situation round to getting more of the same all.