I slide forward on my seat and his hand, held by my own, touched my cunt, it was under the table, and though we looked on surface to be talking, uncle...to niece, Joe's old finger deftly eased the elastic aside and touched my wet labia, every girls fantasy, being finger fucked by Santa at the dinner table. I guess from these opening lines you can see I am a girl with a questionable libido, take Joe, for instance, with exception of my own mother, no one here today would have guessed Joe and I had. So marked was she that it was a mark that would forever remain, no skin grafts would ever remove the mark, it was so deeply engraved. Each tit bore the shape of an axe, luckily she was heavily endowed in the tit section so that the axe symbol didn't appear so big, but it was a mark that would stand out like a beckon when ever she was topless and she was to find out that going topless at 'bikie do's' was what was expected, especially from the 'president's woman', or what others called the. But even doing the speed limit—okay, I sped a bit—we were there in minutes and pulling into the driveway. I wasn't shocked to see Zoey's car absent. I bet she was at Stefani's.Another girl that I would love to fuck.Melody squeezed my cock through my jeans. “Damn, Clint is like iron. Let's go.”“Yes,” Alicia moaned. “I have to pee so bad, Lee. Let's hurry. Bathroom.”“Yes, Mistress,” Lee moaned.The two giggling girls raced ahead, Lee practically battering down the front door to get in. I slid out. Hearing him call me his toy send a tingle right through my pussy and realization set in. ?wanted this. I was starting to really submit to him. Tell me what you want, his voice was low and soft as he uttered the challenge into my ear. I wanted desperately to beg him to take me, wanted to tell him to ride me to oblivion. But saying so would be the final surrender – yet refusing him was out of the question. Honesty still seemed to be the best answer, but as I opened my mouth I couldnt find my.