It was my daily ritual as a five to six year old, to hang outside the clubhouse; and hope to get a ride.Some days I got my wish, but other days I just...got a wave.By the time I was eight I was getting rides on the rear of the bikes and hugging my rider as we cruised around the block.I was on cloud nine, the kids at school reckoned I was telling lies; until one day we cruised by a few of them.At school, no one messed with after that; even though they didn't anyway.My Dad didn't mind nor cared, as. Taking his gun out, he approached cautiously on foot.At the cabin, he moved to a window and quickly looked in. There was Miss Tiffany sitting in the middle of the floor, hands tied behind her back, feet tied together, blindfolded and a gag in her mouth.From what he could observe from the window there was no one else in the one-room line cabin. Joe circled around it and saw a horse tied to a tree out back. He figured it was her horse but he was taking no chances.Coming to the front door, he. I went to the room where they kept my luggage. It was this boy’s room. Four of them share the same room with 2 double beds attached. Their room was a real mess since only boys stayed there. I make myself comfortable and start to pick my clothes to get changed.When I opened my bag, I realized that the clothes I brought to wear at home were all sexy lingerie types. Since I used to wear it whenever I was alone, I had no other option to bring it over. So I picked less revealing nightwear. But it. Sliding my fingers between her legs, I confirmed that it was soaked with desire for me. “You’re wet for me, you naughty girl.” “Fuck yes I’m wet. Wet for my married man,” she said. My fingers pulled her thong to the side, and I pushed into her opening. She moaned as I played with her pussy, pinned to the wall. She was like an animal in heat, panting into my mouth as I rubbed her clit and slowly finger fucked her. I was out of control. My lust for her was beyond craven. Somehow this vixen had.