“Relax miss”, said the man who had always been on my left. My shoulders relaxed a little but I didn’t dare move. “Take off your shirt”, said...the driver. I did this promptly and let my shirt fall beside me. “Good girl. Now turn around.” I did as he said once again. “Boss says its such a shame you have to have a mark on that pretty little ass of yours. He thought you were a good girl.” This made my blood boil. I was Chase’s good girl and his girl only. Not this asshole’s they called “Boss”. I. A man of action. Supporting himself on just one arm, he moved the strand of hair that was playing in her eyes back behind her ear, and as he did so she turned her face sharply to follow his fingers, catching her own scent He smiled, and allowed her to suck greedily on their sticky thickness, as she began to squirm again. Slowly, so slowly, he withdrew his not inconsiderable cock until just the fat, bullet-shaped tip was inside her, threatening, given their bodily angle, to ping out of her with. She pushed me further toward her while her tits pressed against my knees. I was in a state of disbelief as my cousin ignored her periodic natural gag reflexes fighting for more. Her lips stretched and slowly marched their way the base of my cock consuming my entire nine and a half inch shaft. She careened her tongue out now methodically lapping my balls up and down while she wiggled the head of cock inside her throat. Inspired by her lustful desire I grabbed my hands around each pigtail and. .." Open your throat, baby, ease it down. Ooh. You'll learn. Oh yeah. Get that tongue going. Keep it wet baby. Don't choke. 4 more inches to go! "You said 500 dollars for anything I want to do.", "Mmmmmphmph", "I've always wanted to fuck a chick with a baseball bat up her ass." "MMm.. Her cuffed wrists hang from the ceiling. The vibrator in her cunt cycles all night long. "Fuck me Please!" she screams. No one answers. "The ad said International Modelling." "Shut up you dumb slut.