...If you want to fuck me John say so.I'd like to.Like to what John?Have sex.John, if you want to fuck me say so.I'd like to fuck you.Tell me what you...re going to do to me.I want to Fuck you.Have you been having naughty thoughts about me?Yes.Tell me John, tell me everything. Don't be shy. I like to hear what a dirty girl I am. How you would fuck me.Are you going to ravage my pussy?I don't know what came over me. My Aunt talking to me the way she was, me being so horny, thinking about her nice. Both women flashed at the wagon drivers as they passed them on the motorway. Helen was particularly brazen, lying on the back seat with her legs spread wide, her knickers pulled to one side and her fingers dipping into her pussy.They didn't stop at the services but drove straight to Leeds, pulling off the motorway on the outskirts of the city. "I fancy a drink," Karen said, "take us to a pub will you Charlie. Not a fancy one, let's find a rough place." Charlie found a pub in a run down area and. I stepped out back to smoke a joint when I noticed you. Glad you're o.k. Do you toke?" "Damn right I do, and my wife too!" he exclaimed as he graciously accepted the doobie. I hadn't even noticed his wife sitting in the passenger seat. "She's a little shy," he explained. As we finished smoking he went back to working on his stereo and I went back to the warehouse. I told him he could bring me my tools when he was finished. An hour or so later he came to the warehouse and returned my tools. Then. She had been humming while hanging clothes on a line in the yard to dry.“No, no!” It was very strange, I could not tell if she had spoken these words or if we were only hearing her thoughts. The memory of the blood pounding in her ears was very clear. “My Master...” this definitely had been spoken out loud, only to be interrupted.“Shut up, bitch!”Dalla had made a point of staring right at his face. The next words were just as obviously only a thought, “got to remember.”Dalla kept struggling,.