No woman in the small town of Bakersville had passed a driving test in nearly twenty years. The motor registry had great fun with the teen girls who tried – criticising their skills, suggesting they might pass if only they gave a blowjob or spread their pussy, but then failing them anyway. For those women who got a licence out of town, the sheriff’s department always seemed to pull them over when they drove, find fault with their driving or car maintenance, and in short order their licence would be suspended.
With no public transport and no taxi fleet, the girls of Bakersville were reliant on lifts from men to get around – and every girl in town knew the rules for travelling in a car with a man. They were simple: tits bare, pussy bare, legs spread, something to suck in your mouth, rub your cunt and keep it wet for the length of the journey, and no orgasms without permission. The men would often demand an item of the woman’s clothing as payment, too, leaving her at her destination with no panties or no shirt. It was a fairly common practice to also confiscate the woman’s handbag, so that she would be without phone or money on her outing, highly reliant on men to provide for her, and dependent on being at an agreed place and time for the same driver to collect her afterwards and return her belongings. The ride home often cost more than the ride out – a girl could expect to pay the remainder of her clothing for the privilege, and be driven to somewhere isolated to be fucked before finally being taken home.
Salina didn’t grow up in Bakersville, but at the age of 19 she heard about it from a traumatised friend who had escaped. She spent all night masturbating to the thought of being treated as her friend had been, and the very next morning she packed her bags to move to small town paradise…
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