A little truth or Dare could go a long way and this went on for another three or four days when she finally accepted a dare where she had give me a la...p dance.I showed up one afternoon right after school looking forward to getting my lap dance. I rang the doorbell and she greeted me at the door wearing cute little outfit and told me that she hadn't changed for me yet. She sat me on the bed grabbed some stuff from her closet and went to the bathroom. When she walked out she was wearing a low-cut. When she finished she smiled at him and nodded. The music and the chanting now reaching a fever pitch. The man rubbed his cock on her pussy, then pressing the head into her. He looked down at her and in a single thrust buried his cock all of the way inside her. She cried out in ecstasy and pain at the same time as she was a virgin. He stayed still fully impaling his young bride then as she nodded he began to take her. Soon the chamber was filled with chanting, music, and the lustful sounds of. And her clothes were right by the path.Slow and careful.Her hands had become her eyes, feeling around textures of the rock, brushing moss and lichen, dipping onto loamy soil, brushing the lapping waters of the hot spring. Sweep. Crawl. Sweep. Over and over. It was almost zen-like, the same repetitions she would lose herself with her archery. Pull. Aim. Release. Sweep. Crawl. Sweep.Her fingers brushed clothes, smooth and pillowy—the down of her jacket. She crawled forward, hands sweeping around. The second time was completely to my satisfaction.” She didn’t smile.“How long will this take?” I asked. I’d planned on going to a friend’s house later that day.“It will have to be done in stages,” she said. “There are a lot of shots and the makeup and outfits will change from one to the other.”“So we’re talking hours?” I felt both my eyebrows rise.“More like ... days,” she said. “But not all day.” She sounded nervous.“Now I think we’re at the part where my boon is described,” I said.The.