Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the last drops of cum over his perky fake chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and...chest. The spent stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work. As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seed from his face and. The sight of her tightly curled pubic hair seared into his brain because he didn't want to close his eyes with his face flush against her plump little mound. The little minx put her hands on the top of his head and pushed him down lower so his lips were at the rear end of her slit and he was in position to push deep inside her vagina with his exploring tongue. The sounds of her whimpers accelerated to full scale groans of appreciation for his vigorous efforts. He cupped her flanks like they. It was late, and we still had a fair stretch before we got to our new home. So Mom figured we might as well crash for a few hours, get to the new place refreshed with the energy to unpack. Our car was beat up and full of crap and Mom wasn’t worried about anyone trying to break into it. After she got the keys from reception, she parked the car in front of our room.I had a shower first, which actually did make me feel better. I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my midriff and. Do you need more reasons than these?"Claire listened in horror. Her whole body was trembling. She was defenseless and in the hands of a dangerous psychopath. She had lost every—thing now, her parents, her youth, her beauty, her freedom, her happiness. Blanchart lived in a darker world of hate, of grievances, of pain and torture. A world in which a beautiful girl was just an object to be possessed, enjoyed, and humiliated.He picked up a horse riding crop and cut through the air with it near her.