Don't you want to fuck me? Can I suck you again, get you going? Please, just fuck me. I need it bad."Oh ho, a reluctant ho. Maybe she wasn't so experi...nced. Come to think of it, how could she be, if she worked a regular job and just did this one night a week or so?"I'll pay, Lacy. There's another $400 in it, split it with the other girl. C'mon, you must know someone," I said, hoping that there was only one possibility.I'd said the magic words. Not 'hocus pocus', but 'four hundred'. "Uh, I can. I left his feet untied so that he (or another participants in this fantasy) could move his legs where ever was most convenient. I left the other two straps on the patio table. I then retrieved a number of sex toys from our suite and arranged them on a clean, white towel on the patio table: Dildos (including two vibrating ones and one that was inflatable and also vibrated), tit clamps, suction cups, oil, latex gloves, K-Y, leather thongs, cock ring / harness, those fantastic brushes that had. My fantasies about her had basically been crushed by that one incident.It also dawned on me that Jennifer realized all of that. She also knew that the fantasies and crush might be revived if this turned out well. That’s why she put the ‘one time’ restriction in place. It kept everything safe.I got up and took Kathy’s hand and led her to the couch. I took both her hands and looked into her eyes.“Kathy, remember, do this because you want to, not because the guy wants you to. Let him know by. But for some that just meant they looked like clean rubbish, instead of just rubbish.Stan went off to look at some of the vehicles he was interested in, leaving us to work out where this Range Rover was. From Stan’s description, he knew it was big and had been damaged. But looking around the lot, nothing here really matched the description. I did notice two other vehicles though, while we were looking around.There was a Harley Davison which looked alright, plus there was a gleaming blue Ford.
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