He always had a little bit of grappa in the espresso after dinner and this was not going to be an exception. It tasted like it always had, strong, sub...stantial and different. Italian moonshine with a strong flavor. It was getting on to 9:30 and Marie apologized for needing to leave. She wanted to clean up, but her mother demanded to be allowed to clean up and put everything away under my direction. Saturday morning at 4:30 would be here sooner than she planned and Marie said her goodbye to her. Nervousness welled up inside me as it dawned on me that what Brian was referring to would make me a sex-slave, I wasn't sure that I could do what he wanted, but I was determined to try for the sake of our happiness. After a few moments I realised that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been, I was surprised that the idea of being a slave could make me so wet yet pleased that it was happening."Are you wearing everything I bought for you?" Brian asked suddenly.A thrill ran through me at the. It was low in front, but not real sexy like Becky, Lena, and Aunt Rita wear at times.When Mirra reached back to unhook her bra, it popped off her big titties and fell on her legs with her titties sticking straight out. They are fucking huge and in the dark of the truck cab, I couldn’t even see any nipples.I stopped at the edge of town at a wide place and pulled my boots and jeans off. I didn’t even see my underwear. When I raised up, Mirra was already pulling on my T-shirt to get it over my. We ended up on a little country road and turned onto a little track into the fields. Eventually we came to this little pond in a very obscure pot! No one was around, and it looked like people seldom came there. I broached the idea of taking a swim. Cynthia laughed and thought me as crazy. I told her it was no big deal, just a way to cool off, and that no one knew about this spot. In a minute I could see she was wavering and finally she went along with it! We stood there, and I realized she.