Ellen nonchalantly got back into her vehicle and drove away. She smiled to herself. It had gone according to plan and had been easier than she had e...pected.Ellen drove for several hours out of the city, deep in the country and ultimately wilderness areas, periodically stopping along the way to ensure Brian stayed asleep on the floor of the back seat. She finally arrived at her destination, a small cabin at the end of a very long dirt road, at least 15 miles from the highway and probably 40. As I waited for the bar tenderI saw the guy in front moving slowly and moaning howgood it felt. I immediately realize he was beingfucked right there at the bar. The tingle returned tomy balls.I walked around and saw some step leading to more ofthe unknown world of Club Church. Down in the basementthere was a bathroom where you could buy a douche hoseto clean yourself out. The attendant convinced me andeven helped me do it. I moved into a stall over adrain as the attendant lubed my hole some. My ass up in the air. You stand to offer me help up. You forget and your giant erect dick is pushing your jeans up. So tight. You sit back down from a sudden pain from the denim resistance. “You poor thing!” I crawl over to your chair instinctively, wanting to help. There’s a weird pause. Is this happening? The mood is too strong to fight this. It overpowers trepidations. My big feminine eyelashes bat as I look up at you like all the women you watch in your favorite videos. Glazed and longing. "First, let's see if we can make the adjustments with the bra on." Bill stepped behind Susan and gathered the loose folds of her t-shirt and pulled them tight. He stood close behind her and tried to look down her front. His mouth and nose were right next to her ear and Bill could feel the girl tremble under his fingers as his breath caressed her ear and neck."I can't tell like this," Bill muttered, ensuring his breathy words tickled the girl's neck again. "Hanna, would you hold this t-shirt.
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