"Oh yes..oooooo...yes yes yes yes yes...dont stop oooooooh..you feel so good.omigod yes fuck me harder" i moan. I cum against his dick but he doesnt s...op. I moan and shriek as i feel him go deep in me, grazing against my sensitive clit. My hands reach down and i try to hold my clit when he stops my hand. "That my job slut. ", He says before reaching his hand down and rubbing my clit. I moan and close my legs from such sensitivity, but he doesnt stop. He takes my top off and brings my boobs into. Footsteps and stifled murmurs filled the dungeon. Concentrating, I tried to pinpoint the sound or the movement, as goose bumps spread and claimed my naked flesh. Yet soon easily disorientated I felt the presence of bodies circling. I strained as husky whispered words carried, distorted in the air. I could hear breathing above that of my own but still I gasped as a warm hand fell across my bosom. A palm softly cupped the soft underside of my breast. A shadow’s fingers danced over my pebbled,. I was in disbelief. No one could see that picture, or my reputation around school would be ruined. ‘Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal.’ I knew there would be a catch coming. ‘You have to keep up your end of the bet, and be our slave for the rest of Spring Break. You will do what we want, when we want, and with whomever we want you to do it with. If you can be an obedient little cumslave, maybe I won’t send this picture around campus. Does that sound like a good deal to you?’ I had to agree,. ”“No problem,” she said. “What kind of car is it?”“It is a 1935 Chevrolet Standard Phaeton.”“It’s beautiful.”“Thanks. Benny and I did a bit of work on it to restore it, but the fact is that most of the hard work was done by the guy who owned it before us. It was nowhere near as much work as the old truck.”“Your old truck?” she asked.“The 1940 Ford Truck. You’ll see it at the parade. Sandra and Cathy are driving in it.”“I though you were talking about your work truck.”Tim laughed. “No one would.