She gagged, drew back, then plunged down and gagged all over again, the sound wet and struggling and primal and delicious.My self control waned before... long. My hands gripped her hair firmly and I dug my fingers into her scalp. My hips began to thrust and work, pumping my meat in deep, long strokes in and out of her throat. The slave knew who was in control and surrendered, opening her mouth and tight, silken throat to me as best she could while her tongue worked and caressed along the heavy. Instead of my mouth, he put it in my wet pussy. He held it there, while slowly playing with my pubic hair. He played it straight, while he was getting me really hot in the process. After my temperature was taken, he next proceeded to give me a breast exam, listen to my heart beat (which was going a mile a minute), them my pussy, which he said was calling for relief. Then finally he decided to probe me. First, he shoved one then two fingers up into my cunt, moving them around and fucking me with. .. which I did.I hit the road straight towards the mountains we’d just left, looking for something – anything – to take my mind off of how alone I was. As the van ate up the miles towards Gatlinburg, my mind drifted over the sudden obsession with being far from Tommy’s home and hometown. With no one holding me back, and nothing but trouble if I stayed, it made perfect sense to run for the hills. The fact that I was running from my own loneliness and not fear of discovery was a distant second on. They parked right in frontof the new boutique. It was next to the coffee shop and Jirrawondered if Barrett was still working there. He had been working inthe family owned business during his winter break from college, andshe wasn't sure when he was heading back."Clothes first, coffee later," stated Lindsey, as if she was readingJirra's mind.The shop was filled with mid-ranged to expensive casual clothes. Thetype of things people with money wore to look as if they weren'trich, but without.