She glared. “I was simply going to inquire as to whether you may be hungry, but if you'd rather just not eat...”He said, trailing off. She tried t... talk, so he removed her panties, allowing her speech. “I am hungry. My dad might be too...” She whispered, trying to look docile. “Suck my cock.” He commanded, pulling out his currently flaccid dick. “But I thought-” He cut her off, saying “You and your father will be fed soon, but first, you WILL make me cum.” She opened her mouth, and he pushed. She was moaning in ecstasy. I loved her moans. Her moans were giving me more encouragement to fuck her more hard. Now I got the momentum to fuck her. I started to fuck her pussy. My dick was reaching her wall and all the corners. She was all yelling to do slow. But I was not having any control over my movement. May because of the excitement, I was penetrating more and more hard. The harder I fuck her the lauder her voice getting out. It was past 5 minutes of fuck. Her moans reached the maximum. Seeing the small note at the supermercado in their small town in northern New Mexico, she was intrigued and borrowed her brother’s rattletrap truck to check it out. Up in the mountains she found an old adobe building on a hilltop. The grounds were neat but unmanicured except for gardens and henhouse.Her knock on the main door was answered by a middle-aged man with long hair and wearing a robe. In accented English, she introduced herself “Hello. I am Martina and I am inquiring about the. I felt free, totally uninhibited, and unaccountably excited. Usually I thought in terms of maneuvering people into doing what I wanted, or satisfying my own personal urges. This time I was just trying to arouse them, albeit in a backhanded way, and it was a blast. I wondered if Jenny felt that way when she performed, and resolved to ask.Our small table was strained beyond capacity, so like a good hostess I got the others arranged around it and set a place for myself at the end of the counter..