Something was different about her. Jack swore that as she closed to the bar, the people she passed got up and moved to tables further away from the ba...r. Yet, everything about her gives Jack a hard on. Definitely Latina, the girl walked with a seductive swagger, like she was a runway model. She looked like it, with a curvy ass and triple c breast. Her matte black sleeveless dress with knee length skirt was something out of Jack’s dreams. Lastly, she was wearing black thong sandals with matte. No, really, he gets up. Im not taking my undies off anyway. I know. She followed me to my room and I let her in. Id cleaned it as soon as I found out she was coming over, although it hadnt been that messy. My stepdad had a ratings system, and he checked my room as often as he wanted. I got to stay up late if I did my homework, my chores and kept my room shipshape. You too, just your shorts, she said. Ill feel stupid being the only one in my undies. I stripped down in the hall. Ready? I asked. She could, she supposed, check the inside of the box, as long as she didn’t touch the pressure pads. She could hold the door closed, just to see if it were too claustrophobic for her. As always, Cheryl was naked in the cellar, just in case she ever built up the courage to try the machine. She knew she was fighting it, but she had made herself a promise, that she would always be naked in the cellar, just in case a spur of the moment decision was made. She knew that having to undress first, would. It was lovely!’ ‘Lena you are a terror. I suppose you are right though. I’m tired after last night, I’m sure he must be as well. He was hard for ages and then that cum. When he started it was like an explosion in my bottom. He only let out a couple of pulses but I was flooded. Did he put much in you?’ ‘Oh yes, tons. I could feel it hitting my insides and his cock pulsing and expanding each time he pumped. What a lovely feeling. I wanted it to go on forever but I’m suffering now, I am sore. I.