. " Es gibt kein Aber.", sagte ich knapp, "Du schluckst ihn oder das Ding bleibt dran. Für immer."Ich hielt den Schlüssel an die Wand, bereit ihn du...chzubiegen, wie den anderen.Es war jetzt pure Verzweiflung in ihren Augen, doch sie fühlte, dass sie keine Wahl hatte. Sie kannte mich inzwischen einfach zu gut, als dass sie mit einem Einlenken hätte rechnen können und nahm den kleinen Schlüssel mit zitternden Händen entgegen, versuchte es jedoch noch ein letztes Mal."Bitte, ich will das Ding. A lot older. And not so handsome. How would she be able to ask for such an intimate item from a handsome stranger? She turned away from him, moving back to the barn door, hoping to escape the humiliation.“Don’t go M’Lady. No need to be embarrassed. I do this for many young girls such as you.” He watched as she stopped, pausing for a moment, sure that she was contemplating it. She turned and walked back towards him.“I’m sorry,” Jenna trying to reassure herself.“Sit down,” wiping off the old. Like most women, she didn’t mind being banged provided her hair wasn’t messed and she didn’t suffer a broken nail or ended up with bite marks marring her beautifully shaped breasts or on, sadly, thickening thighs. Good sex always made her feel alive. The naughty streak in her was screaming, ‘Do it!’ Charmaine slowly parted her knees a little. The guy’s eyes changed from casually roaming to become transfixed. Or was that just her imagination? The beautifully made-up brunette opened her knees. Her voice betrays her arousal, contrary to her faux protestations... "Please... oh, no." Finally, my finger is exploring under the seam of her panties. Warmth and wetness. She feels my finger circle her clit, lightly... slowly. Her mouth is dry... it is hard now to breathe normally.I press down, harder. "Oh! oh!" "Shhhh...." I say. With my other hand, I turn the page, rubbing against her hard nipple. She continues reading aloud, in a breathy, in an entirely out of rhythm whisper. Others are.