Over and under my foot, around my ankle, making his way up my calf. Over and around my knee, he washes and massages my leg all the way to my pussy."Sw...tch feet" he tells me. He repeats the same process over again on my other leg."Turn around, put your hands on the wall."He started at my shoulders, piling my hair on top of my head. He worked the soft washcloth down my arms, across my shoulders and down my back. I felt the horror of the night before melt away while he washed me. Moving in slow. With one last devastating lick Kinlee exploded, her fingers curling in the bedsheets as she screamed. And tried not to think what it would feel like to have a finger or tongue, nay a fierce man-sword piercing her virginal flesh. When the last quivers had fled her aching emptiness, Kinlee pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her golden hair tumbled around her flushed heart-shaped face with pretty golden eyes, thick dark lashes and rosy bee-stung pout. She had the appearance of an innocent. Once inside, around some other girls, Linda asked, “Do you have your jar little one?”“Yes Ma’am, I do,” said Tracy.“Then let’s see it,” said Christina.Tracy was so embarrassed now, having to bring the jar with her pussy hair in it out into the open so others could see it. She reached into her purse and took it out, trying to hide it. But the girls said, “Show it to us bitch.”Reluctantly, she showed it to them, knowing others could also see it and the writing on it.Linda said, “Tell us what it. It was identical to the units used as local transportation, delivery and maintenance vehicles on Aste, even down to the marking and serial numbers. It would comfortably seat six men with room for a metric ton of cargo in the bed behind the seats. In a pinch, and sans cargo, it could easily handle twelve to fifteen people and still travel over smooth ground at a teeth rattling 40kph for two days on a single charge. Heavy loads or more difficult terrain changed that operating range, but it was a.