They just had to be ... useful. Felek dismounted. "Friend Cheikh," he said, reaching into his saddlebag, "may I speak to you off on the side of the ro...ad, just for a moment? It will be well worth your time."The Kikker regarded him for a long moment. Yes. Under his rather casual attitude was some steel. Handing the reins to his companion, Cheikh stepped down from the wagon. Felek almost got a good look under the rope kilt, but thankfully the blue and red weave covered just enough. Felek walked. They both had very hard, thick, long cocks and didn't use any lube. They simply jammed and slammed my raw gurl pussy hole. They more than filled it. Yes, I had been fucked before but more with a little TLC and lube. Never forced fucking. Never just taking it deep and wide with little regard to the sensitive/tender tissue. What I do know is, they must drink alot as well because they pissed a hell of a lot. What I do know is they have my ID, my home address, my phone number, and other information. I wasn’t wearing a bra!I was impressed when he didn’t immediately grab my tit. He did spend the whole second half of the movie having many ‘surreptitious’ encounters with the aforementioned boob, however. The back of his hand, the edge, some light fingers and even a quick cupping, but he DIDN’T grab. His ‘rep’ seemed even more far-fetched by the minute. I was slightly bummed, if not amused.It got better when after the movie and ice cream, which he paid for, he casually asked if I wanted to go. When we’d showered, we were both hard again so we dried off and moved back to the bed. Jenny surprised me by pulling the stockings back up her legs and putting the padded bra back on. I realised she was defining herself as Jenny again. Jenny knelt on the floor and beckoned me over. I stood in front of her and she took my cock in her mouth again. I noticed she had positioned herself so she could watch us in the floor length mirror in the corner of the room. I ran my hands through her wet hair.