Then you in those tight white jeans, with your black panties showing through them. It was mostly you at the picnic, because you were the one that was ...round me all day at the shelter. My blood was boiling, for some pussy, then when I went down to the bar that's all I could think of was you in those pants. Then when I got back to the motel room, and saw you in that short little black robe. I just couldn't take it anymore Tara; I lost my mind. I figured you hated me; I know it pisses you off,. "She grew a-"And fuck my ass like I'm a faggot."And she slid her panties aside to open her back door to me.Somehow I'm still hard.Somehow my body hasn't caught up with my confused brain.Somehow, I slowly slide into her hungry asshole.Somehow, my hand hasn't moved away from her...from her...as I'm holdingher..."And don't let go of my cock."I don't. I treat her covered hard lump like I'd treat my own. I slidein, and my palm covers her base. I pull back, and my thumb is on her..."Uhhhh, that's. She finally looked into his eyes, "Do you really think I'm attractive?"Dave nodded, "Absolutely!"She hugged him again as they heard the door open. Leanne strolled in then froze as she stared at Dave and Danielle embracing. She apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."Danielle complained, "Unfortunately, you're not interrupting anything. Dave was just leaving."Dave kissed Danielle on the forehead, "I'll see you in the morning." As he walked out of the room, Darcy was standing in the. – Uh? Ok?David approached the table of the bar. – Hello. I’m new here. I’m David.One of the men greeted friendly the new client.– Hello David, I’m Tom. Where do you come from?– I’m from Lonbon. Well, it’s more intimate than what I imagined, here. Nice place, anyway.– Yes. Tonight it’s my sixth time in two months. I decided to upgrade the cooking routine of my slave.– Cooking? routine?– I love Italian cuisine. Who says that sex is the only pleasure a slave can offer?– Eh? yeah, you’re right.–.