Her long hair tickled my skin and I felt her breath moving my hair. All the while, she massaged my shoulders with her hands. She reached for my hand a...d pushed it down to her wet swollen lips. I ran it back to front, gathering her sex. Then bringing the finger to my mouth, I sucked it in. I looked up at her and winked, as I slid off of my chair to the ground. She lifted a leg onto the chair and I saw my target, a freshly waxed, lovely looking pussy. As I ran my tongue up and down the length of. “Is a mile-long track a short track?” Kara asked.“Not really,” I said. “It’s kind of an intermediate track. Obviously, it’s not a superspeedway like Daytona or Talladega, but it’s also not like Martinsville or Bristol. The narrow end of the track makes it seem like a short track, though. Bill’s done OK here. His biggest win turned out to be in ‘85 when winning Darlington let him win the Winston Million and earned him the nickname ‘Million Dollar Bill’, though I seriously prefer ‘Awesome Bill. I had no idea how old he was, or even his race. We both wanted just anonymous sex with a perfect stranger…All I knew about him as that he loved to fuck unknown cunts and fill them.My phone rang and I read the text: “I am here…”Then I left the door open and went back to the bed, assuming the position. I used a black silk scarf as a blindfold. I tied it tightly so as to not let any light in. I hoped he liked the way I looked. I had decided to wear a sexy black corset, black thigh-high hose and. There was a tattoo of a black rose. It then showed her pert breasts, barely there, about the size of peaches. further it moved… to her face. A familiar one. … “Mistress?!” he said, surprised as hell. “Yes, Kitten… that’s me. Keep watching for about a minute more…” she said, and giggled a little.He turned back, viewing the scenes before him. He was hard as a stone, and in need of release… he reached for his phallus, about to touch himself when… “NO kitten… you mustn’t do THAT…” Ally said, just.