Snuggling into the horizon and bleeding orange and pinks into the sky. It was getting late and I needed a place to crash. I drove through some small t...wn until I came upon an old motel. The sea green paint was chipping on the building, and the neon “Open” light was blinking like Vegas. This place looked too cliché, but I wasn’t about to get picky. Not when I had him in mind. And not when my thoughts were causing me to loose track of time. When I got the room key, I hadn’t realized why the woman. " I laughed and watched in stunned amazement as she went bright red in the face.Leaning forward, he put his lips to my ear and whispered"I'm rather a big lad mum." I can see that darling." I laughed, then I stopped when I realized what he meant,"Oh." Well word got round one day when I'd been in the showers after a rugby match, and let's just say that I became very popular with the local girls." Oh Billy," I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Is that all?" Mum, it's not just that I'm large." he. As if I was a thing, a piece of sex-meat to be used however he liked. A finger across my tight hole. A finger gently pressing, just inside my tight pussy. But no more.My panties were peeled down my thighs, down my legs. My legs lifted one-by-one to remove them entirely. And then... they were at my mouth. In my mouth. "Suck on these, you slut!"I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Helpless. My skirt hiked up. My bottom exposed, hands high above my head. Blindfolded, gagged."You were twelve minutes. Our Village ladies are not yet get in to the phase of wearing panties. My favorite pass time was to sit in the kitchen during summer afternoons when mother used to prepare lunch. One day, Mother in her thin dress used to sit in front of the stove sweating profoundly. Her big boobs spilling out of low cut blouse after some time were quite visible through her thin saree made wet due to sweat. I kept my eyes peeled to the streams of sweat that used to flow from her neck to the deep valley between.