"What was your name again?" Cynthia." Greenlight."I turned my head back and drove again."You're a pretty young Indian woman, Cynthia, but we need you ...o watch the street, got it?" Yes, Erin. You and your girlfriend are quite attractive as well." Oh, do you like girls too? Even two American twenty-somethings like us?" Yes, but I won't watch." No, you can watch, but don't wreck the car; we're not paying for damages, but if we stain the seats, we'll cover that for you," she warned me, before. She really didn't know what was best. But she kind of felt that whenthere was no known good way, bold action was required. Or at least itfelt better to do _something_. It all came down to a single question:Could she trust Lucy? By extension, could she trust the goddess whoseintent Lucy said she could feel?She really wanted to make sure and forcing the issue now, was the fastestway to know. Even if it might doom her. It could all be a ploy by thegoddess after all. Everything from killing. I must have been doing a good job because all of a sudden he put his hands on my head and held me in place while he shot load after load of hot cum in my mouth. It didn't taste bad at all and I just swallowed as fast as I could until he had drained his ball inside of me. He held my mouth over his cock until it began to soften and gradually it slipped out. He told me that I learned quickly and if I wanted to repeat that enjoyment to come back any Tue or Thursday and he would let me swim for. Arthur loved humiliating 60 year old Sonia , while her wimpy good-for nothing husband could only , wack off later to the humiliation Sonia loved so much . Chapter 4It was a couple of days after her daughter Holly had used a giant strapon -dildo to fuck her up the ass, Joyce was alone shopping at The Sex Shop, when in walked Sonia collared, leashed (wearing a halter-top that read "Slut " on it & tight jeans & spiked heels ) led by her Master Arthur. Well hello Master Joyce said sheepishly he.