Kristina is now breathing really heavy and moaning loader. Slowly he puts his tongue in her. She’s really wet. Mike loves the taste of her. She’s ...olding his face as close to her vagina as she can. Oh, baby, don’t stop. He starts move his tongue in and out of her as fast as he can. Oh, yes I’m going to cum, Kristina yells out. She cums his mouth. Her body goes limp. Mike gives her lips a kiss, lies down beside her and cuddles her. Kristina looks over at him and says, That was great and now it’s. When they were all done she lay there for a minute feeling the cum literally pour out of her and onto the carpet. They were done with her and the man who had brought her to the house gave her the money and drove her back to the strip. She was a mess and went into a restaurant to use their bathroom to clean up a little. On the way out she bought a coffee and went back out to find some more customers. She did several more blow jobs and got fucked up against a wall in an alley and she was done for. Morgan was right, their father had owned the 1957 two door Chevrolet Bel Air since high school and just two years earlier had it restored like new. It cost him a ton of money but to him it was worth it and he was hyper sensitive about its appearance and condition. “Come on, show me.”It was a gouge about six inches long just behind the fender well, slightly above the bumper, the black paint was scraped away, bare metal glinted accusing at Morgan making her cry again. Brad inspected the damage. So after sending the short text you turn the key in the ignition...the gentle rumble of the running car engine, you had never noticed before now vibrating through your wet pussy, increasing your arousal even more, you are craving the sexual release of orgasm, but stay with your instructions ‘...you are not allowed to touch yourself, masturbate or please yourself in anyway...’ The drive to the location I had given to you is frustrating and agonising, though not allowed to touch yourself, you.