It’s such a natural, neat thing to do — I think I’ve mentioned this before (or maybe I haven’t) but maybe it’s similar to sucking on a pacif...er when you’re a little infant. It just feels good. I rocked my head back and forth, sucking little sucks from his penis, trying to coax an orgasm out. But he wouldn’t let me. Matt pulled out of my mouth and shuffled down to my crotch. I felt his cock head sitting on my vulva. I was only half-ready to take him inside, only half as wet as I usually get with. She could finallysleep in, but she woke up at about the same time as she had been. And shecouldn't get back to sleep. Giving up, she got ready to face the day. Atleast she could dress for comfort, rather than professional image. The one advantage of waking up early was that she got down to the kitchenin time to wish her parents goodbye for the day. She wasn't sure why, butthat was more important to her than it used to be. After days of going to work and other responsibilities, it was strange. He wondered why they never started a family. Misplaced priorities he supposed; career, 401k, real estate investments all seemed so petty now. He closed his eyes and began to remember the first time he saw her; it was at the beach and she was barely wearing a string bikini. Her prefect breasts strained against the mesh fabric of her top. He couldn't help but notice how his breathing had quickened thinking about that day and he definitely had stirrings going on in his groin. John remembered their. The switch from paved roads to country gravel meant merciless bouncingtransferred from the road to the truck bed to the cage to the plug to myass.Finally the truck stopped, and I felt the tears on my cheeks. I heard hervoice."We're here, slut, at the farm. Now your easy days are over and we'll getyou to work to earn your keep." Chapter FourI didn't really think any more, not in the way I used to. It was more akind of mental humming, or static, as I passed from one dehumanizingtorture to the.