So we thought wed do a little turnabout for the next four hours. Youll get to play, but you wont get to come. And for the remainder of the drive, I l...ved through hours of pure torment. My dress and panties had now been compleatly removed, and I now only had on my stockings, garter belt and high heel shoes. Repeatedly, one of the boys would massage and rub my clit, working me right up to the brink of an orgasm, and then stop. At intervals, I would find my face buried in one of their laps,. I tried but could not remember how, or why it was there. I was a little surprised that I knew what it was at all.I called Wilma at home, while I had breakfast at the lake. I had a biscuit and coffee while I sat on the balcony watching the sailboats. The biscuit was very good. I realized that I had been on the patio watching the boats, during breakfast many times. I had just remembered it, so I was enjoying the food, the coffee and some of the memories.I took a break long enough to make the. He smacked my ass. Not hard, but enough to let me know I was his for the time being. He grabbed my hair and forced it in and out of my hot mouth. He continued to spank me harder and harder each time. Never over the limit. Telling me You like being daddys little fuck toy dont you? I murmered, yes. Just before he was going to cum, he grabbed my hair and pulled my lips off of it. He said, Oh no, I want more from my little bitch.He told me to strip. I did. When he saw that I was wearing panties, he. I went over to where Mrs. Thompson was standing after just finishing a conversation with an older couple who had just walked off. "Mrs. Thompson, you probably do not remember me, but I am Louis Chandler. I am afraid that I must leave a bit earlier than I had planned. But I want to thank you for hosting me here at your lovely house." Why, thank you, Mr. Chandler," my hostess said with what appeared to be a genuine smile. I felt a bit sad as I thought about the difficulties she unknowingly faced.