He licked my clit and made my body burst into flames. John slowly slid one finger in my dripping hole. I could feel him going in and out of me. He sli... another finger in my pussy and I bit my lip so hard it was bleeding. He twisted his fingers inside me and my body freaked. It felt so good; I threw my hands onto his head and made him lick me faster. I didn’t last long with the way his hands moved in and out and his tongue all over my pussy. The walls of my pussy contracted all around his. Nonetheless, she somehow ended up being put into her car, and being told, “Just follow me. It’s not far.”And, somewhat to her dismay, she did follow his car. He parked in front of a little hole-in-the-wall called “The Wagonwheel.” She’d seen it before, but had never been in. It looked like a greasy spoon. She didn’t eat out much. Eating out meant going into places alone, and men hit on her when she did that, unless it was in one of the national chains, which were singularly absent in Granger.He. "Time for you to be a good hostess, pet." You released your hold on the chain and went to sit down further away.Observing the growing bulge in his pants, I held my hands behind my back, causing my chest to stick out further, and looked up at him. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir? I am here to serve." When I said this, he instantly looked over to you, asking if I really meant it, if it was really okay with you.Nodding, you told him, "She certainly does mean it. She's my pet, and will. “Don’t give me that shit you haven’t got any friends, you come home right now!” He yelled. Anastasia looked worried, this was the end of their lovely evening she thought and she so wanted him to fuck her again. He looked back at her beautiful naked body, those lovely breasts, partly covered by her long blond hair, and the triangle just above her perfect little pussy. He looked into her eyes and guessed what she was thinking. “Dad.” He said in a firm voice that Anastasia had only ever heard him.