The only tip he was going to get from me was lessons in social etiquette and driving courses."Luke's" had changed, well at least the décor had. The l...ayout was basically the same, but lighting had been introduced along with a zillion speakers all on full blast. I think the ear shattering music was called grunge or house or some shit like that, not to my taste. I decided to down one vodka and anything with ice and see if I could find a more acceptable hunting ground. God, was I so out of touch in. She got up, swatted his head as she went in to refresh herself. Tim thought of how they met. Tim was on the road walking through a blizzard. The wind howled, blowing the snow sideways, he could barely see the next town ahead but knew he would die if he didn't reach it. He pushed on, chilled to the bone and that was the last thing he remembered, until he woke up warm and cumming. He saw a blurred face and heard a female voice saying, “you're OK, go back to sleep” and he did. Hours later he. Pangs of agony sliced into her tits, making the taut spires throb in time to her tearing cherry. Arching her back even more, Marcie hammered her tiny fists against Byron's chest. Again and again she begged him to pull his cock out. He was causing her so much pain!"Oh please... p-p-pleeeeaaaasse!" she cried, tears blurring her vision. "It's hurting me... it's killing... aggggghhhh!"But Byron gritted his teeth, stopping for a second, relaxing his thick muscles before tensing them again and. He smiled and drove on. I’ve known Mr. Kesler less than a week and here I was riding to meet him for the second time. My life has been lacking something for some time. Is this what I was looking for? I know my body and soul have been captured by this man I barely know but do I want to be his submissive, his slave? My body is clearly saying yes, but my heart is lagging behind. Is this the path that my life needs to take. I want it to be.As we were about to pull up to the from of the Wilkerson.