I'm not into anything like that. She looked about 20 , even in her little skirt and white socks, finished off with a tight white top. Her breasts were... so big and the top encased them, showing her nipples through it."Hello mr" she said playing with her hair as she did."Would you like a drink?" Yes" I replied.It must have been on purpose because she instantly got up, showing her petite figure. She was only a size 8 , but with such big breasts, firmed by youth. Her legs were long and feet so tiny.. I noted the position of the sun, and figured we were still heading east, with maybe a slight turn toward the south. We were over a desolate, treeless expanse of land.It wasn't long before we were given what amounted to breakfast – more fruits, nuts, raisins, crackers, and some bread that was very slightly stale. We were also given cold milk and an unfamiliar kind of fruit juice. I was so hungry at that point, I wasn't about to be picky. After I'd eaten my fill ("fill" might be an exaggeration. They were funny in that understated Australian way that he didn’t understand at first but now found enjoyable. It helped enormously being drunk with them to enjoy their humour. They called him Bobbo and said he was ‘a dead ringer for our mate Gibbo’ who usually dropped into the pub on a Friday night after his ‘weekly service at Just Rust’, as they called it. They spent a lot of time joking about Just Rust as an Auto Repair and Used Car Yard, banging around endlessly with jokes about lube jobs,. I flicked my tongue around the head and sucked his cock as hard as I could.“Mmmmm… YES!... You little bitch, suck my big, fat cock you little whore…”I jacked my hands up and down his huge tool. My mouth still on his helmet and moaned, literally french-kissing his cock.“Stop” he said. “Stand up, I’m going to take you to the back. I’m gonna make a little bitch out of you”.My heart pounded as hard as ever. I was gonna be fucked like a little whore. I was gonna be fucked like a little woman who had.