“I’m beautiful aren’t I, almost flawless. Wouldn’t you love to kiss these full red lips,” said Wanda, licking his cheek and tasting a mix of...cologne and moisturiser. The Captive shakes his head obediently, fear and excitement coalescing to create a curiously glazed expression.“Kisses, bitch,” said Wanda, dripping candle wax onto his chest. She grabbed his cock. “Aw, little man is hard,” said Wanda, gently masturbating his cock. The Captive looked dreamy eyed, at least until Wanda stretched his. The thieves had placed themselves about where I expected. Now, all any of us could do was wait. I was forced to remain alert, but the thieves were able to relax. They spent the waiting time smoking cigars and talking. Once in a while, one of them would take a short nap.It was about four hours later when we saw the approaching wagon train. The wagons labored up the hill and stopped on the flat crest to rest the mules before continuing. At this point, one of the robbers shouted to the wagon train. That was where she'd gotten her nickname, "Dumptruck", as much as she hated it, both for her thick ass and for all of the loads the boys had dumped on her face and down her throat.Amy was beginning to feel a bit wiped from walking on high heels all afternoon, even though she loved the attention they drew to her ass and thighs as she strolled through the mall. Plus, the constant buzzing in her head was starting to get a bit tiresome, and she thought she had learned enough about her new powers. ”It should be obvious, I told her that was absolutely fine with me and then she started rubbing my cock as we pulled up to her apartment building. As we walked up the three flights of stairs, I watched her sweet ass and she explained only three of the six apartments were occupied because the owner was very selective when it came to tenants. As soon as she locked her apartment door, we literarily attacked each other in a state of primal lust. I dragged her to the sofa as she said…“Be rough! I.