“I have a task for you, dear girl,” I told her and handed her the butt plug. I turned back to Gwen. “Turn and face away from me, bitch.” Awkwa...dly on her knees she shuffled round. “Now head on the floor!”Obediently she lowered her head until it rested on the floor and her arse proudly offered itself to me. I motioned Charlotte forward.“Replace the plug in your mother’s arse. No need for any gentleness.”Suddenly she looked nervous but took obedient steps forward until she stood behind but to one. She didn’t wait for me to answer before using my hand to massage her pussy.I didn’t speak. I just focused on the road and enjoyed the feel of her hot labia on my skin. But keeping the vehicle on course soon became difficult when she asked me to slide a finger into her. Thankfully, I had always been good at multitasking and I was able to keep my eyes on the road while my index finger was forced in and out of the beautiful hitchhiker’s soaking-wet pussy.“You’re so wet,” I gasped.She giggled like. I rubbed her back until she’d settled down then I said we needed to get showered and dressed, I wanted to take her to the MOMA, we’d get breakfast on the way.She did enjoy our day at the Museum of Modern Art but on the way home on the subway she was squirming, I asked what was wrong.“Oh Aunt Suz, it didn’t work, it wasn’t the same and I’m going crazy.”“Yeah, I understand, a man’s hand, I need it, too.”“What am I going to do, I don’t want to go home but Daddy can always help.”I couldn’t help. I lower my gaze, and the bus moves forward without me taking a seat. I smack my head…. Again. This seems to becoming a habit. I take my seat, rubbing my forehead and instantly grabbing my phone. “Em, where are you? I’m lonely on the bus!”“Sorry Hun, I missed it, should be at school in time for maths”“Okay, see you soon”A couple of hours pass, it’s now second period. Maths. No sign of Em yet. There’s 20 minutes left, when a girl comes bursting through the door. Hair everywhere, shirt untucked,.