The feeling of being penetrated, even by her own finger, made her hips want to roll, and she sighed in pleasure as she slowly swirled it around in the...sensitive entrance of her sex. ‘Oh fuck, I can’t believe how wet I am.’ She murmured with a husky sigh. ‘I’m positively dripping for you.’ Reluctantly, Sarah pulled her finger back and held up its now glistening tip, offering it in supplication to her lover. Monica smiled brightly as she accepted the gift, drawing it into her mouth and sucking. I unlocked the car and one of them got in the front. I looked at her."Uh, which one are you?" I asked."The smart one. I got the front seat." That's because you get car sick going to church," said the one behind me."Come on, ladies. We're going to be working together in a kitchen. Give me a little help here." Dolly!" said the one behind the passenger seat, raising her hand."Thank you, Dolly," I said. "Are we going by the Woods' names or your real names?" Well, for me it's the same," she. I threw my shoulder at her in a football tackle, slamming her body against the wall, dazing her, hitting her again with my shoulder and backing away. She didn’t fall as I had expected. I was a fool to move away while she still stood. She looked at me, preparing to charge, her mouth straight now – concealing her perfect teeth and permanent smile for the first time – eyes focused and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Someone was going down on the next move. She didn’t go right for me as I. Yes.Given what’s transpired since, that makes a whole lot of sense.*******As I made the drive to what I now called home, I reflected on the sorry period of my life leading to my cock finding itself in a cage and the unbelievable changes the American bitch had made to both my everyday life and the way I now viewed things.That first Email had come as a real shock. Though at first I’d dismissed it as some sort of virus or a joke and deleted it. But, when I didn’t reply, a second Email arrived that.