I took the two hours before noon to take a look at the Metro. I noticed that the seat covers were all in terrible shape. It looked as though I had a f...ve hundred dollar piece of shit.I took the tiny car into the Circus Tent. I used Keith’s tools to remove the rear seat. I had in effect turned the micro station wagon into a micro van. The Metro had small dents and rust spots. I decided to do what I could do myself. I also decided any repairs I couldn’t do would have to wait.I removed the front. The whip cracked again and the screams began anew. John loved this, some people may call this sick and twisted but he loved it. The entire process of creating broken, loyal and eventually willing slaves was fascinating. The ones with the least willpower would become the worst slaves and the ones with the highest, he broke down so far, they obeyed his every command. Turning his attention back to the girl, he took out one of the clamps and fastened it on her still painful left nipple, enticing a. Her salwar was so deep-necked her cleavage was asking her attention. My well-mannered dick stood-up to show respect. I mean who would just wear such dresses and think it is nothing.I wondered if that was an invitation or a really inadvertent happening. Never did she wear a salwar this deep. I was confused and occasionally gave a good stare at her milk pouches. She should have sensed me looking at it as we were sitting very close to each other, side by side.But she did nothing to cover it like. .You?" 26." He was completely at ease after he had just fucked a 17-year-old girl. We both stood up, and started getting dressed. "So uh, you live around here?" He asked. "Not really. I live about another 2 hours away." He looked a little disappointed. "Oh, well maybe we can get together sometime." "Yeah, I'd like that. Here's my number." I pulled a pen out of my pants pocket, and grabbed his hand. It was all sweaty, so I wiped it on my shirt. "Great. I'll call you. Soon." I smiled at him..