“Damn, your ass is nice! I want you to place your hands on your ass for me,” Ken said to her. Sarah reached back with both hands, placed them squ...rely on the cheeks of her ass and began to feel it a few times for him. Ken was getting his jollies off by watching her, and he now asked Sarah to undo the back of her bra. Sarah with her back still towards Ken, now unhooked her bra, and placed it down on top of her other clothes. She then turned around to an excited Ken who stared directly at each. All she knew was that her life was hanging by a scant thread, at the whim of a god well known for his volatility. He was a stunning specimen of masculinity, and Moira felt her body respond even as she wilted under his impenetrable stare. “And what,” she asked softly, hoping that her supplicating behavior would diffuse the danger she was in, “may this insignificant witch do for her Lord?” He snorted most inelegantly, “Insignificant? Oh, my dear Moira, I think not.” Surprise had her eyes. Sarah still lived at home with her parents and it wasn't easy. They nagged her about this and they nagged about that. And where smoking and drinking and sex were concerned-it was Sodom and Gomorrah revisited. They constantly bitched about the smell of smoke on her clothing, blaming it on the horrible sinners she had to mingle with. It always made her laugh silently a little and want a cigarette so bad she could fart!Sarah knew she wasn't the kind of girl they thought she was. It bothered her. On the way i stopped at a garage to fill up with petrol and while i was lining up to pay i noticed the guy behind the counter was looking out into the forecourt with his mouth wide open. I followed his gaze and was amazed to see Mrs O had opened the boot of the car and was leaning inside, coat off and bent over, her dress riding high and her arse and legs on display! I looked at the guy and smiled and he grinned back,shook his head and said "She must have known?" i just laughed and said "she.