“God damn it flat tires out here in the middle of know where!”I pull out my phone to call AAA. “Fuck, no signal. You have got to be killing me.�...��Reluctantly I open up the trunk and see a spare tire and jack. “God I wish I had paid attention in driver's education when they taught us how to change a tire.”I go to the glove box and pull out the owners manual and start to thumb through it to find out how to change the tire. I finally find the page and I look up and I can see a thin trail of dust. She was mourning with pleasure. My hand moved on to the soft triangle. My fingers slowly separated the fat outer vertical lips and then the soft wet inner lips to feel the slippery flesh canal. After widening the hole with my forefinger for some time, I just tickled the clitoris to give her a shiver down the spine! She was on the verge of loosing control over her body. I swirled my sharp tongue in her large navel. She started arching her body like a cobra. I started to kiss her pussy softly.. The girls took turns to suck him, somehow applying next to no pressure, wary of making him come too quickly. While it would have been nice to give him a proper, full-on blow job, it wasn’t happening. Not this time. His hard-on was twitching… straining. If he had not been snipped his foreskin would have been bursting now. Gemma stroked his ball sack gently as they licked the side of his cock, sliding their tongues up and down, in a slow, steady rhythm. They knew he wasn’t going to stand much. I ordered my slave to go help spread their pussy lips so they could by properly washed. She obeyed without question rushing over to where the girls were being hosed down. They screamed even louder when the water rushed at their most sensitive area causing new found suffering. Once the entire process was done, all eight girls were shivering uncontrollably and were far beyond the limits of what they could take. They huddled up together in an effort to warm themselves and to seek comfort in each.