At first, however, she and Marie were merely friends. Marie was very quiet and self-conscious about her poor English, so it took awhile for Jessica to...get her to open up and talk about herself. Marie was from a small town in the south of France and she had come to the U.S. partly to study art, but also to escape an unpleasant home situation. Her father was abusive and her mother too afraid to do anything about it, and while he had never ****d her, he had sent her to the hospital on one. They got out of their SUV, and tramped to the door. I opened it before they could knock."Come in, before we start heating the great outdoors," I said in a jovial voice.They came in. They introduced themselves, and asked a favor."We're sort of stuck. Usually the snow doesn't come this early. The station up here, for emergencies, is only half prepared. There was a slide a little south of here, and it's blocking the road."We got out and climbed the blockage, but even as we watched, more snow. I pounced, leaping up behind him and wrapping my arm around his neck, taking us both down to the ground. We rolled together, but my longer reach was no match for his greater strength and agility. Before I knew it, he had me pinned face down, his blade pressed against my throat, one knee in the centre of my back holding me down.I yielded, and he released me, flopping down beside me, panting. I could barely find the energy to roll over and get my face out of the dirt, and the two of us just. He reaches under me, and slides his fingers across my swollen clitoris, and every thrust of his cock pushes my tongue a little deeper into Jacquelyn's ass. She is grunting with pleasure, and pushing back against my face, and I am lost in the mindless joy of pleasing two masters at once. Suddenly my pussy is racked with such intense spasms that it's all I can do not to collapse on the bed. I know better, though, because I am the servant here, and my job is not done until I give pleasure to my.