My hands slip down onto the soft flesh of your ass cheeks, holding them firm I thrust into you hard and fast, you’re fully impaled on my hard prick....I whisper in your ear “I don’t usually stick a pussy until I have eaten it and licked it until it cums on my face”, you say “OH GOD DON’T TALK LIKE THAT, I HAVE NEVER BEEN EATEN, HUBBY WON’T DO IT, THE CLOSEST HE HAS GOTTEN IS MY TUMMY”, you feel my cock stiffen deep inside of you, my hands feeling of your body, roaming all over you, I look around. ...ever again." Then thinking to himself how he could wrest that Road Runner away from me. "Better check on it, son." I parted the curtains. Relieved to find it present and accounted for. Then checked again to make sure I wasn't just imagining it being out there."Call her!" No. I'm not calling this close to the end. It's the home stretch. I'm clean. I ain't called and I ain't whacked it. And that Road Runner is still out there."Fuck me, I checked it one more time."I have nobody to talk to. Fuck. ”“What makes you think I’m going to let him fuck me?”“Because he did the first time we met and you loved me watching him fucking you.”“You do know me. So what would it take for you to fuck me after Major does?” she tested.“Hmm, I’m not sure, likely pretty drunk.”She laughed looking in the bag, “Damn it! I don’t think Karen and Wendy packed any booze for us.”“I’m sure that you’ll use your womanly, seductive ways to convince me to do it.”“You really do know me!” she laughed again and kissed him.. "No more than here. Most work during the day and so are not available. The worst were the guards but fortunately there wasn't too many of them. They had the power to use a strap on anyone shirking and several times we witnessed a boy being forced to bend over and take six or eight hard whacks with the strap and usually the guard would fuck them afterwards and they did it really hard." What was the journey back like?" Actually it was remarkably pleasant. The route was hilly rather than.