“Dad is picking me up after school and we’ve got a four-hour drive back to Kentucky for the weekend. I’m a serving wench for King Arthur Saturda... and Sunday.”“How much longer do you have to work every weekend?” Brittany asked.“This weekend and next weekend in Kentucky and then Labor Day weekend with Jacob at ComicCon. Then I’m free until Fort Wayne PopCon between Christmas and New Year’s.”“It sounds like a lot of work, but it also sounds fun,” Brittany said. “Maybe I should try cosplay.”The. When your nipples can handle no more, you trace your finger down over your waist following every contour of your abs. ‘Remove the towel,’ she whispers. You unhook the fabric and have it fall to the ground, its progress impeded slightly as it almost catches on your makeshift penis towel hook. ‘Move to the side,’ you hear. You follow the orders. ‘Mmm, you are quite large,’ she sighs. As she will not be able to hear you, you give a wink to the mirror, hopefully that will mean the same as saying. I try to stop there to get used to an even bigger penis inside of my rectum, but his great hands seize my hips and start pulling me down. I cry out as my spread-apart cheeks slowly slide down his slick shaft. The pain isnt as bad as the first time, but it still feels like Im being torn by this monster. Halfway down the colossal cock, I push up, sliding off of his penis until only the head remains in me. Then again I start back down, sliding his huge length into my ass. His slick member slowly. "Yes," I say, and pay for the ticket. It's expensive. I entertain ideas of suggesting that he sit down for a blowjob in exchange for a free ride. I decide against it, just in time. I look around. There's an elderly woman rows ahead of me, organizing the contents of her purse, a task that looks more than formidable. There is a businessman in the row next to her, hat over his eyes. I hear a snore escape his mouth. Other than that, the car that carries us is empty. Both passengers are.