He reached inside the plastic cap and then held up his fingers covered with a thick film of a white grease. “You did good, Marti,” he said. Indian sex All Tracey could do was moan with the combination of pleasure and pain. Looking back, Tracey could just see the tire tracks and the two grooves made by his heels as they dragged across the loose sand. “We’ll give you something to ride,” another added with a laugh. Tracey looked slightly to the side to see Jeff watching everything from a folding beach chair. “Traci,” Jeff said firmly, “if you want to be one of my waitresses you will need to act like one. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. “Normally I have a 2″ or 3″ ball mounted there.” He paused and said with a leer, “Now let’s go for a ride.” The Jeep moved slowly up the beach
