And fucked, please? From you, pretty please?” Everything she had imagined over the last days spilled out of Andrea. A warm feeling spread all over h...er, as she slipped into the little-girl-submissive-pain-fuck-slut role. She swallowed, stood up straight, sticking her tits out, offering herself. Which earned her the wolfish smile, she had longed for.“You know what, Andrea? I just love it when a prim and proper housewife begs for it that way. It gets my big, hungry pussy all wet, when a stuck-up. We'll shoot the old story of a fruit seller losing her virginity to a rich man," he said looking around, "Ah, here it is. Take this and read it. You'll get the general idea." How can we shoot tonight? It'll take time to memorize the conversation," I said leafing through the script."No need. You can improvise as we go along," Kris laughed, "Remember our clients are looking for sex and not for a storyline, though we always try to have one."Then we also rested. In the evening Amita came and said. I lean toward refueling and leaving if there is fuel." Suits me, Son. We've seen lots of dead cities. Without people or maintenance, this one won't be better just different. Lowering ramp and heading out."We were all watching and Mallard was flying lazy circles to watch for anything in the distance. It was quiet. I wanted it to stay that way. Testing equipment was standard in the Humvee.About ten minutes later, Dad called me. "Charlie, this is Dad. We have fuel and it's quiet. Do you or Mel. Let's make a deal -whoever of the two of us has more hosiery shall be the one who wears allthe hosiery in this house and also the one who wears the skirts or dressesin this house. If it's you, you have to give me your socks and boxershorts, but if it's me you won't have to wear my socks if you don't wantto."That sounded fair to me.A year ago the question of who had the most hosiery would have easily beenAnnie as I had never had any before but as we counted out our hosierycollection it quickly.