Her pussy grips me like a vise but I just fuck her harder as tears roll down her face, her breath fluttering under her ripe breasts. I pull her out of...the soaked back seat and help her to the front of the car where I d**** her over the hood with her ass in the air. I finger fuck her dripping pussy with three fingers as she continuously cums, her juices running down my arm to my elbow. I step in close behind her; my stiff dick in one hand and my other rubbing her juices all over her puckered. .OMG I can't get out of this situation and I belong to HIM. I feel a cold leather riding crop being ran over my skin from my ankle to the point of where my cum has stopped running down on my leg. Sir scoops up my cum and tells me to open my mouth so I can taste my pussy. Do you like the taste of your pussy Slut? DOM is cleaning the riding crop front and back on my tongue and tells me to keep my tongue out. Smack! riding crop comes down hard on my tongue and I let out a yelp. DOM says **you are. Gery Zobbert, the keyboard player, was behind him. Ryan was behind him and I was behind Ryan.“Hello Woods!” The Host yelled into the mic. The crowd roared.“The Eagle and Budweiser welcome you to tonight’s show. We want to welcome our first band. All the way from the south side of Houston! Tucker’s Music!” The crowd went wild.Bobby Cee started the beat and after sixteen bars Leon walked out playing the bass line we had arranged. Before another sixteen bars, Gery walked out on cue and at the end. "I'm a woman in a teenage body; no height, no body and no tits," I remarked to a friendly, overweight cashier.With still three weeks to go before Christmas, I was mystified to find the package outside the door of my office when I returned from lunch. I read the card and burst out, "How dare he! That cocky, jumped up so-called handyman, how dare he send me a gift like this? Surely he doesn't expect me to go to the party with him? He should know I don't have anything to do with boys or men these.