Now, with her current owner she was lucky if he let her come at all. At the end of the dildo was a button. When she was able to thrust the dildo all t...he way down her mouth, her lips could push two buttons situated just above and below the rubber shaft. When she did, little vibrating eggs that hung from threads tied to her clit and nipple rings would pulse.Normally this would be quite pleasurable. But two things kept her from reaching her climatic release. Firstly, by keeping the eggs on threads. ‘Well, you have to admit that I have every right to use you in whatever fashion I want to. You have very little choice in what I want to do with you. There are a lot of very delicious and evil things I could do with you. In fact, I could do anything short of making you a prostitute or selling you to some Arab sheik as a sex slave. I can pretty much do anything I want as long as no money changes hands. Which means I could take you to the local biker bar and make you service every slimy, filthy. Lost in blackness, the explosion rocked Maddy to the roots of her being. Through each wave, her mind grasped only one thought. SOME . . . . STRANGE . . . . GUY . . . . IS . . . . FUCKING . . . . ME! She was still convulsing when the stranger's hands took a 'death grip' on her hips. He started thrusting harder, faster, and faster yet. “Oh yes, do it!” she cried. Do it!" The stranger's thrusts became spasmodic. His cock tightened inside her pussy. Suddenly he cried out loud! “I’m going to. I couldn’t resist it, even though it went against my better judgment. The rest of the week went by without any more emergencies popping up. It had been arranged that I would drive the seven and a half hour drive down on Saturday; I would spend the night at a hotel, despite the invitation from my sister in law to stay at their house, then get up early Sunday, and drive back with my, not so willing niece, and begin the punishment of a summer of hard work.Early Saturday, I pulled the pickup out of.