But you’re bought and paid for, and we got to obey the rules.” He ran his tongue from my earlobe down my neck leaving a trail of his sticky saliva...on my skin as he grabbed my right breast and gave it a rough squeeze, as if he was testing fruit at a market; his rough fingers tracing over my stiff pink nipples.He slid his hand between my legs, gathering up copious amounts of my pussy juice on his stubby fingers and licked them clean. “By god she is by far the most scrumptious cunt I have ever. "*I wasn't sure what to wear to the drive-in. It was either jeans or a skirt. I decided on a skirt. I did have a short one that I was sure Charles likes. I only knew that because I had worn it to school and caught him staring at my legs. I knew I would be better protected, ala mom, with the jeans, but was I wearing the skirt because I didn't want to be protected? I will admit that Charles gave me impure thoughts, and a drive-in gave a guy many opportunities to explore, but not just guys. I just. As painful as it was the tenth was much worse."Are you a filthy cock-sucker?" Yes, Sir," I answered. It was a poor conversation, but better thannone. The paddle took a savage bite."Are you a cum slut?" Yes, Sir." Are you an unfaithful whore?" Yes, Sir."Each answer brought another stab of pain, but he did seam to be windingdown."Do you enjoy being a public toilet?" Yes, Sir." Do you crave cock?" Only yours, Sir."That answer set him off. He hit me three times in a row quick."Get up," he said at a. I punched him on the shoulder, “Dumbass. Now we are really gonna be late.” The cop look in his twenties, and inexperienced as he fumbled with his ticket pad, and approached the driver side door. Dalton rolled down his window. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” the cop asked impatiently. “Well good evening officer. You see, I didn’t see the speedometer, that’s why I was speeding. A mere accident.” I giggled at Dalton’s pathetic excuse. I leaned over across Dalton’s lap, and looked at the.