The owner took me back in the dressing room, left the curtain open. He leaned me over and started fucking my pussy. We made a lot of noise. The other ...woman in the store came into the dressing area and stood and watched me getting fucked for a while. She didn't act upset or walk away. Just stood and watched. Obviously a swinger. She left and her man came back and watched for a while too. Before long, he was stroking a stiff dick. Stanley pulled out, and this guy began fucking me some more. I. M., they descended on the Last Chance for two hours of lively discussion and serious eating.Rarely did any of them miss an eleven o’clock rendezvous, shift change and obstinate passengers notwithstanding. A little thing like a blizzard wouldn’t stop them on the last night. Their loyalty was surpassed only by the voracious desire to feed themselves and to gossip.Born in southern Pakistan, the snowplow driver made a career out of appearing American. He wanted no one to mistake him for a terrorist. People laugh and say "well time to get back with this bitch , she's going to be a busy slut tonight"feet kicking me and hands grabbing and pushing me. every bump and turn jostles and rolls me around . Suddenly the van slammed to a stop . The laughing starts back up . The van quickly slams into reverse as the doors open and hands manhandle me as I'm pulled out and thrown down face first on something soft and wet.I feel something cold and sharp against my skin as I hear the ripping of my shirt. The little Swiss orphan girl who goes to live with her grandfather high in the Swiss Alps. It’s both a good book and a Shirley Temple movie you know. Now substitute the American West’s Colorado Rocky Mountains, the Backbone of America, for the Alps.Now imagine a large Fairy Tale Castle like Disneyland’s in Anaheim, California. A Fairy Tale Castle perched high upon an unassailable, meaning impossible to get to, mountain peak. The only way to get to it is by the three cable ski lifts to the foot.