She was an adventurer by nature, a professional thrill seeker, and crossing the lawless Arizona desert on motorcycle certainly qualified as dangerous....The tabloid reading masses had a morbid fascination with the 'new old west', and a prominent magazine had hired—no, dared—Lara to cross them. With the same questionable wisdom that had taken her on a one woman war with Natla Industries and the secrets of Atlantis, she had accepted.Lara very seldomly regretted her actions. Regret didn't move you. "Ma gave her a sympathetic look. Over the months she had come to know all about Liz’s husband and kids and how she struggled to balance her home and work."Well you're here again Miss. You can get a good rest and meet that lovely husband of yours looking fresh and beautiful tomorrow."Liz picked up her key nodding in agreement. "Yes that's true I get such a refreshing sleep here, it must be the country air that does it."“Oh Miss, I so love that accent of yours.” The old woman cooed like a movie. When I thought she couldn't be any better, she ran her tongue around the inside of my clitoral hood, making me wail in pleasure. It was time to attend to my need, Lisa's tongue inside my puckering, sticky pussy hole. Coating it in spit, she jammed her meaty tongue into my pussy, at last. Lisa was a favorite of mine, because her tongue is long and strong. She stuck the length of it inside me, and I pressed my hips against my chair as hard as I could to get her tongue in me deep. I wanted Lisa to. " Anything you say, baby."John was between Barbie's legs again, pumping her pussy, his hands on her breasts, while she humped up at him. Steven took his cock out again and was touching myself. Despite his obvious misgivings, Steven was certainly enjoying the show. When he had Barbie moaning and begging for him, John stopped and crawled over to the couch, grabbing a pillow off it. He turned Barbie over onto her stomach and slipped the pillow under her hips, elevating her ass. He bent her legs.