This summer I was driving to my campsite on a Friday afternoon, when I saw a car on the side of the road. This was among the many stretches of road in...the area where you might not see a car for miles, or hours. There was a girl sitting Indian style on the grass next to the car, calmly smoking a joint, right next to a flat tire.Being a gentleman, I pulled over and offered to help change it, see if she needed help in general. This girl was so very sexy. She had a strong hippie vibe, flowing red. Why? Could he taste it in her sweat? Could he smell the pheromones coming off her body? She squirmed as she felt his member throb beneath her, still rising, with almost enough strength to lift her as it swelled. She could feel her sodden panties sticking to her loins, there was no way he didn’t smell it, and what further proof of her willingness would such a brutish creature require?She could feel his hot breath on her neck, panting in her ear, his muscular arms still trapping her against his. I started slow-sucking him and he was rigid almost immediately. Only a minute later I felt and tasted pre-cum and the familiar slickness. I sucked him hard, my lips and jaw pressing into him and covering my teeth as I blew his mind. Straight back and forth several times, then a head-twist and a tongue canoe along his shat as I sucked him deeply, well, as deeply as he could go - by this point I was a serious size-queen with cocks. As I worked him several times with the head-twist and. Maybe we should send Missy over to the house to get them. But Im naked! I exclaimed. Well, duh! responded Mary. Isnt a naked slave supposed to be naked? Despite my protests, they took me downstairs into the garage area and pushed me out the side door. It was still twilight and my naked body was clearly visible to anyone who was watching. Luckily for me, we were quite a ways back from the street, so the only ones who might be able to see me were Chrissys parents and her older brother and sister..