Little Tammy was a contract capture. The man who had paid for that sweet pair of tits had been taken for a ride by the young harlot. He’d only had one night with his investment before she moved out, along with a travel bag full of valuable items.
It was time for her to return home, pay her dues and then some. It would be a two day trip to get her back to Florida, but their employer had told them that he didn’t mind a bit of backseat hanky-panky as long as they didn’t use her mouth.
"That lying tongue is mine. Enjoy the rest."