" Yes, Miss Tara."She obeyed, quick as a bunny. I stood And removed my skirt, then stepped on the couch and squatted over her face, with just a pair o... panties between my ass and her face. "Do you like what you see?" I do, Miss Tara." Good, because you're going to be seeing a lot of it."With that, I lowered my ass the rest of the way down onto her face. I could feel her nose between my ass cheeks, her warm breath passing through my panties onto my skin. It was heaven.I wasn't the only one. She and my dad divorced when I was barely walking and I really had no memory of him and no contact with him since. My mom was a teenager herself when I was born and to make ends meet she turned to prostitution. I didn’t realize exactly what her job was when I was younger but I saw men leaving money on the table and pawing her all the time. I was jealous of them touching her.As I got older, the longing increased. I started having vivid fantasies of how our bodies would become one. When I lay in. "As we move, I notice small pockets of warm air on my shoulder every so often. A faint whiff of creosote tells me they're torches. I want to turn toward each one as if I'm a daisy and it a tiny sun.Martin doesn't rush me, but he doesn't slow, either. Eventually, he stops."We're turning left. Another threshold."The air is warmer, and there's a feeling of enclosed space. I can't tell how large the room is, or what might be in it. My fingers itch to reach for the blindfold, and I'm glad for the. She was petite and cute and clearly not built for moving appliances. She was very nicely put together though, very pretty East European face framed in dark hair, a proportionate body with a slim waist and an exceptionally gorgeous ass--accentuated by the tight fitting jeans she was wearing. An awe inspiring set of tits squashed against the TV and threatening to pop out of her T-shirt. He was of a medium height and build with a friendly face."Need some help?" I put a hand under the side she was.