She lowered herself onto the foot of the bed, pulled her heels up to the mattress, and spread her knees wide. Leaning back on her left elbow, she gaze... into the mirror over her dresser and watched the slender middle finger of her right hand trace her magic slit through the thin layer of soft white cotton. Suzanne moaned when her fingertip found the hood of her clit, her eyes focused on the growing wet spot reflected in the mirror. She let her hand move slowly upwards, caressing her swollen. I waitedabout 10 minutes and by then the restaurant was empty. Wonderinghow you were, I got up and found the corridor leading behind thebar. I came to the staff changing room and toilet area and lookedin through a small circular window which was set high up on thedoor. Through the window I could see you and the waitress kissingpassionately, your dress was off and hanging over a radiator, herhands were gently caressing your body and yours were stroking herthighs, lifting her dress to reveal. That’s only if they are truly good girls.”“My sister IS a good girl, and a good pony!” Maria became defensive and gasped as if it was impossible anyone could arrive at any other conclusion.“Toilet paper is free at the motel and your sister is a good pony. You can bring toilet paper outside with you,” Victor decided. It was obvious he was deciding as he went on the details.“How will she eat?” Carlos asked another question rapid-fire as if he had these prepared. He assumed she’d have to eat off. Slowly, with infinite care, she climbed down from her bedding of twisted and bent branches, dropping to the forest floor soundlessly. Mist still hung around the trunks and underbrush, waiting to be burned off by the shafts of searing sunlight that penetrated the canopy.She stretched sinuously, feeling the surge of life flow through her body; her yawn heralded the new day.Her toughened feet noiselessly trod over the detritus of the forest floor to an area, a little way from their sleeping place,.