"She took my hand, and we left the house by a door I hadn't noticedbefore, and I saw a beautiful countryside that seemed to go on forever.Then the gir... whistled, and a large truck came around the corner of thehouse.In large letters on the front the truck said "Caterpillar transport."The girl opened the door, and I could see in the driver seat a middle-aged guy with what looked like cat ears and the biggest grin I've everseen."Hop on in!" he said, cheerfully, and the girl helped me get into. That night Cherry passed on thanks from Harry's parents for helping him out and said it was a nice thing for me to do. I said it was no problem and dropped a little hint that it may be a new opportunity for her to do her thing. She quickly dismissed my suggestion and said that it was too close to work and way too risky to even consider. I left it at that for a coupe of weeks and Harry came and went each Saturday morning but on the third weekend I pleased with Cherry to just give Harry a little. She was quiet, the picture of submission. Satisfied, I stepped backward and sat down on the couch to catch my breath. I watched Mom. She was breathing lightly but quickly, recovering her breath as I was. Except for her buttocks, which quivered slightly, she was still. Her hands were still secured at her sides by the belt cuffs and her elbows jutted out behind her. "You can stay there until you stop resisting," I said. I wasn't sure what to do and thought that might hold Mom at bay while I. You move ever so slightly beneath my fingertips. I hear you breathe out heavily when I slide a finger into your waiting cunt. I add a second and slip easily within you. I move inside you slowly at first, increasing at times before leaving you to ask for more. I tease you this way for a long while, alternating between fast and slow movements or pulling away from you completely. I am careful not to allow you to get off. You lay facing the closet, trying to breathe normally. You feel every.