I decided that I really needed to confront and stop her now, hopefully by getting her to break our Contract Oath first.The next issue was how best to ...protect Donald. I could take him to my own home 'panic room', which I was 99% sure could hold out against anything I could think of, or else I'd have to bring him along with me for the ride, and a not so pleasant probable altercation with the ex-missus. My own need for privacy and internal security won the debate, and Don hopped into my front. His large cock was noticeably hard, but restrained by his briefs. He grabbed her by her hair with one hand. “Suck your juices off my fingers,” he commanded. She took his fingers into her mouth and began to lick and suck. She had always loved the taste of her own pussy, so this definitely enjoyable. She moaned as he pulled her hair harder. She pulled his fingers out of her mouth and reached past the band of his briefs to his huge cock. With her hair still in his hand, she watched as he pulled. She was quite petite, yet very slender, with a long, graceful neck, accentuated by the way she wore her hair. Her body was also slender save for her really ripe bosom, and round, womanly bottom.She was wearing a dress that was made out of a silken material, with diagonal black and pink stripes. It went from her shoulders to just below her knees. The top was finished in a black, faux-fur edge, and hung on her beautifully from a neckline that went almost off her shoulders to plunge in front and. I want no traces!”Sheva walked away as best as she could; resisting the urge to make a snide comment or quip. Your mouth will only get you in trouble. She thought as she picked her way out of the scene and back into her truck. Starting it up, she wiped the sweat off her brow. So damn hot! Sheva took off back towards town and the relative hospitality that her hotel room offered.It took 30 minutes and by then Sheva was awash in sweat, her body an inferno, despite the cranked AC. She ran back up.