Her eyes burned into mine as a small grin formed on her pinkish lips, and my jaw dropped as she tugged her skirt up past her hips, giving me a full vi...w of her fuzzy muff.I stood right up; hell, she was quite aware of me. My hand went into my pants and I began a slow rub with my thumb over my damp cockhead. She smiled bigger now, and her legs parted seductively, somewhat slowly like an elevator door. Now I could see all her gorgeous fuscia folds, and her small opening. Her hand went down, and. He proceeded down the cabin’s narrow hallway and then turned right, into the small kitchen/dining area. Jeff and Karen were sitting at the table. Bert was manning the stove. Karen was the first to notice his presence.“Hey!” she greeted with a friendly grin.“Morning,” Paul acknowledged her, forcing a polite smile. He took the seat right next to Jeff and before long, Bert had served a plate of steaming bacon strips right up in front of him. Paul restrained himself to making a curt mumbling sound. This was it. The start of my new life.After I got off the plane I headed outside and began looking for my ride. I looked at the piece of paper I had written on before I left. I was given specific instructions to get inside a black van, and the license plate number was written on my paper. After only a couple minutes of searching I found the van and climbed into the back seat. There was no one there. Only a blindfold with a note that said “Put this on.” I obeyed the note. After about ten minutes. Julia felt uneasy. Her stomach turned and she tried to think. “This is blackmail, can't we just forget this ever happened??” she pleaded. Chris chuckled to himself at the thought. “No my dear, I plan on embarrassing you just as you did me but if your good maybe I'll go easy on you. Julia stared at him trying to find any sign of compassion. His eyes were serious and it seemed like he was enjoying this. “So what do I have to do to make this all go away? She questioned. “Do you.
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