. be it back roads, trails or no road at all. (No road at all was the abandoned railroad ... that I remember distinctly but no one else does. I think ...other was in denial about the Rail Road track ... the bridge was terrifying.)The first time we visited 'the family' it was in a ten year old 1939 Ford Two Door Sedan and we did it like I said ... St. Johns, Grand Rapids, Pentwater. This disaster included Muskegon. It took longer to get from Grand Rapids to Muskegon than the entire trip takes. I feel a little tender. Not surprising, consider the work out my cock has been given by these two fucking horny nymphs.I prop my head up. I see Em, naked, sitting cross legged on the end of the bed looking at pictures from my photo galleries, on the TV. I just hoped that my security passwords were in place. I wouldn’t want her to find something she shouldn’t. As I focus on the screen I can see her go into a folder called ‘Professional Pictures’. There are 3 sub-folders. She clicks on the. Why don't you tell me." I was working as a model. Not the Victoria's Secret kind, though. A magazine model, naked pictures. I did this layout with a blonde girl where I wore this kind of leather harness contraption, with silver studs all over it, that encased my boobs and also had a collar with a ring, and a wide belt that went around my stomach. Also a gag. Then she whipped me with this long thin whip. And they took pictures of it all. It was fun, actually." God, it sounds so exciting," Laura. So if you want to change your mind, now would be a good time.’ Esther laughed lightly. ‘I think that you better start calling me Esther and stop the Ma’am stuff, Sergeant.’ In the dim star light she could see the genuine smile that spread across his face. ‘Yes, Ma’am. I mean Esther. But I think you should call me Michael.’ ‘Now that we have the introductions out of the way, shut up and kiss me, Michael.’ ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he started to say. ‘Shit,’ he cursed. ‘Yes, Esther,’ he corrected as his.