I’ll just stoke it up a bit first, then squirt on your withers.’The process of bringing himself to the point of ejaculation was no one-sided pleas...ure. It took rather longer than Catherine expected, allowing her to relish the grunts and groans that accompanied each ever-more frenzied drive into her innermost moisture. Suddenly he gave a cry of, ‘Tally ho!’ and out came the huge cock with a last wet plop. The timing was indeed perfect: she felt the jets of sperm falling on her still upraised. It waspretty much a Hannah Montana wig! "Have you ever seen the show?"Mom grinned, letting me know that she knew what she was doing. "Yes,I've seen the show. Come over here."She led me over to where she had found the wig. It had been nestledbetween a number of other wigs that had the same length and appearance,but were styled differently. "If we take the set, then you'll be able to change the style around,"she said. "And yes, one would look like Hannah, but the others are quitedifferent." I. Spluttering she gasped for air and silently cursed her captor for all she was worth.Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom laughing at her distress and then she saw what he was holding in his hand, she blushed profusely. Tom was holding the 12 inch thick black rubber cock and balls that she used to masturbate with, he had obviously got it from her luggage and the way he was waving it around it was clear he was going to tease her with it at the very least. As the pain in her chest began to. I knew I had to get to my phone and report this as soon as possible. I reassured Lena that I was only getting my bag and that I'd be back in a second. I scrambled back in to the trees and eventually found my bag. I rushed back to her getting my phone out as I ran. By the time I had crouched back down beside her, I had dialled 999. I spoke to the police and told them what had happened and roughly where we were. It was enough to tell them that we were about two miles north of the village, down a.