I heard Christy come into the house, and it seemed like a long time before she entered through the bedroom doorway. When she did show up, she was wear...ing my favorite dress of hers. One with a lowcut top that shows off her rather large tits very well with a lot of cleavage. When she saw me, she smiled and just stood there for a minute staring at me as my cock began it’s assent, poking straight out at her. I was ready for her to start stripping her clothes off, giving me a show, and then going. I sat there as we picked up people and every seat but the one next to mine filled. When we picked up the last person it turned out to be a girl of 18, two years older than myself. She was amazingly thin, you could see her hip bones because she was wearing one of those shirts that stops above the belly button and low rider jeans.When she sat down I got kinda nervous and sat straight, I had not had much contact with girls, escpecially not 18 year olds. She got out her CD player and started. The impish, black-haired, young woman had a wicked grin spreading across her naughty mouth. “Master, enjoying yourself.”“Always,” Clint groaned. “You being a good girl working here, or do I need to punish you.”“Good girl,” she said, her hands behind her back, her breasts jiggling. “Always, Master. You know that.”Clint snorted.“She’s been perfect,” I said. “We’d punish her if she misbehaved.”Clint pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and pressed a button. Lee quivered. Delight sparkled in her. All Catherine knew was she was three miles from her motel, tired, and it was getting late. She decided to walk to her motel. The walk would do her good. She could get some exercise and walk off her anger at not being picked up. Catherine was a lovely young lady in her late twenties with dark brown, shoulder length, hair. She exercised regularly and had a nice figure. She had just enough body fat to give her some great curves. When Catherine started walking toward her motel, she had failed to.