I, uh…’ my voice trailed off. I was desperately searching for an excuse not to go, but for the life of me, I couldn’t think of one. I nodded. �...�Okay.’ She smiled, again, looking relieved. ‘Come on. I want to show you something.’ I followed her toward the back door of the school building, where we exited through the back door. Finally outside, I let all the air out of my lungs and took a deep breath. Maranda stopped and looked at me. ‘You okay?’ I looked at her. ‘Stop asking me that. Please.’. Pretty soon, Grace had quit crying and was moving her ass in response to my mother’s finger. When mother asked her if she had been a bad baby all these years and felt like she should be punished, she readily agreed, begging mymother to give her the abuse she deserved. I was totally thrill and knew my turn would come later with her."Come with mama and we're going to make that big ass of yours feel better," said mom, pushing her off her lap and leading her by the leash to the bathroom.I knew what. I left around nine, having checked my tires, my fuel and my coolant. The drive to the fence was fairly straightforward, and the next hour was a succession of dry grooves in the reddish land. There were shrubs along the edges. But when the Bore Track intersected the Strzelecki Trail, the amount of traffic increased, what appeared to be a large convoy of trucks, throwing up a plume of dust. I made my turn and fairly soon I saw the Innamincka Hotel. It really was a complex.I parked and got out.. He finally pulled out of my asshole with a loud “plop” moved around in front of me, told the cameraman to make sure he got this, and proceeded to shove his ass covered cock into my mouth. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue and take my cum like a proper little slut. I struggled and whimpered a bit as he held my hair in one hand and pumped his cock with the other, until I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue, catching his load on it, and across my face until it was.