May I ask somethingShe – doesn’t even bother to ask my permission be free.Me – What do you think of yourself in that context.She – I won’t a...swer till you stop using references like “This/That” etc. Ask directly man, nobody’s gonna judge, I even clear the chats.Me – Hahahah, so you a sub or a dom.She – that’s the spirit, actually I am dominant in real life but I wanna try being made to obey.Me – Really?She – Yeah, Its one of my fantasies, someone making me obey.Me – Woah that’s interesting, may. But, you. You, Master, never said a thing. I could tell, because you were, in my opinion, too much of a gentleman to make such childish noises. I also knew that you enjoyed the reactions of those around us, immensely.The tongue jabbed harder at my tender, swollen clit. The blonde's persistence couldn't be ignored. She wanted me to cum. I wanted me to cum. I hoped you wanted me to cum. Only one way to find out... I opened my eyes as the tongue rammed home, plunging my cunt with it's warm. We would have him drive to Tampa, and then we could drive the bus to the farm.The trip down was nice. The bus was set up like a little house, with a little kitchen, a booth type dinette, a bathroom complete with tiny shower, and a big bedroom and a little bedroom. In the front, the big couch pulled out to a bed, and the table folded down into a bed using the booth cushions. The whole thing was built on a Greyhound bus chassis, giving a ton of room underneath for luggage. We were told a lot of. Jenna still believed the blue jacket that Sara had seen in her dream (strips or no stripes) and then later Prue sent her was some sort of catalyst to her mother's appearance, as if for some strange reason it was all part of the plot, but she still had no clue as to what the connection between them was.Prue's theory as to why Sara's mother appeared to her as she did when Sara was a small child seemed sound reasoning to all of them. Pure and simple, it represented the time when the little girl.