Joanie turned the heat on and the pistons started thrusting. Her hips pushed upwards, her feet flattened, the motion slipping my finger knuckles deep ...into her hole, the flatness of my palm on her shaved mound awarding my finger a prized angle into the warm slickness of her pulsing pussy. Sucking and thrusting, the urgency inside me heightened. I pulled my mouth from her tit, and concentrated my attention on massaging the ripened blush of her exposed clit.Her breath came in halting gasps as my. Normal sex, sex that anyone who knew her would assume was the only kind she had ever known. Sex without pain, without humiliation, without taboos, without whatever it was that she now knew that she wanted and deserved ,was all she could think of. Run of the mill sex was something that only meant it was time to fake an orgasm . Now to truly cum she had to be treated like filth, like a nasty 2 dollar whore. What was in store tonight? She thought of all the things she had said she was. There was already a tractor connected to the baler parked in the field where we left the truck.The strange looking vehicles were equipped with hay loaders that automatically pick up and stack the bales of hay onto the truck’s flat bed. Each truck will hold about a hundred bales and can be backed into the long hay storage sheds. Then the beds can be tilted, letting the entire load of neatly stacked bales slide off onto the concrete floor.On the way back to the house, we met Ingrid’s dad and we. One of her friends took them through the beach doorway, and there wasn't time for them to be alone.The beach was fun in its own right. She'd been there once before, but had never had a chance to enjoy a real beach. It was a public destination in the Construct, or at least that's what she'd been told, so they did have to wear clothes. She had a chance to pick something, and chose the smallest bikini that she could, something that might be considered daring in Rio de Janero. It was dark red, and.