" Jerry turned to my dad and said, "Paul, can you go with her, or will she have to go alone?" Well, Jerry, Bob doesn't have his license yet, so he can...t drive my truck back. What about letting Bob go with her; she knows him real well, and we both know he's responsible for us being here in the first place." You get another one of those feelings, Bob?" Jerry asked."Yes Sir, I did. Mrs. Simpson was supposed to pick me up from school to take me to work. She was late and she never is, so I called. Nothing fancy or erotic, but it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. “I want you, Sean,” she whispered. Her hands reached behind her back and she unhooked her bra. Her breasts were small, not that I really cared; they were Gina’s breasts and therefore the most perfect ones I had ever seen. Her nipples pointed straight at me, almost begging me to close my lips around them. She looked at me and then lowered her eyes to the bulge in my shorts. She gave a little nod, encouraging me to take off. "We're done for today."Jake fought through his blurred senses, still high on endorphins and theburning euphoria of fresh bruises. "Wait, don't we still have a halfhour?"She stalked around to his front, looking down at her broken slut. "Shutup, slave. I said we're done. You've had enough."He groaned and pushed himself into a kneeling position. Jake raised hishead and gazed up at his glorious Domina. "It's never enough. We bothknow that."She stared at him with stone-cold eyes, her arms crossed. The passenger door opened and a 3-inch red high-heel emerged connected to a long toned leg, and for a split second he thought he would be rewarded with a panty shot, but he barely caught a glimmer of the lower thigh before she adjusted the skirt. He stared at the woman, mid-twenties; athletic body, nice set of hooters hidden behind an expensive red dress, wavy shoulder length blonde hair, very pretty. She wore minimal makeup, not that she needed any to look beautiful.As Pablo passed the front.