You know I’m a whore.”“Oh yeah, bitch. You’re getting my pretty pink nipples hard. I can feel my tight pussy getting wetter by the second. Who... else knows you’re a whore, Haylie?”“Everyone, they all know I’m a whore. Everyone knows just what a dirty little whore I am.”“Now tell me what you are, and what you will be.” Hilary said to her as she played with her own breasts.“I’m a slut. I always will be a slut.”“Oh yeah, that’s it my little whore!” Hilary said right before she stuck her tongue in. With the difference in our heights, this put Caroline’s shoulder about even with mine. [There was another benefit to those bucket seats and that pillow that I’ll get around to later in the story.]As per my usual habit, I parked as near the back as possible. I pulled the speaker in and hung it on the widow as I rolled it back up. I don’t even remember what was playing because about two minutes after we’d parked, Caroline was all over me. Remember, this was a Mustang with very little room in. I sat there thinking about this man and why it seemed like I should know him or why I was even thinking about him. My mind returned to the present when I heard.“How you doing Hank?” a man asked Hank.“Glad you could make it Rick, this is Ann,” Hank said to him.Rick looked at me as he replied, “Damn buddy I figured you had set me up with a dog.” “Nice to meet you Ann,” he added as he held out his hand to me.I shook his hand and then gave Janet a look. She had not told me this was going to be a. . while the lapstrap was cutting me in two in the middle, I gotta get this thing graveled.The drive was slowing me down. I had to get up earlier day by day. I was losing sleep and quiet time. I couldn’t loosen the seat belts ... the ceiling would break my neck. I needed my drive done, NOW!I looked up Aggregate in the Yellow Pages. Two headings ... Wholesale, To the Public. Taylor was the only listing ... Unless I wanted gravel from Billings.I called Taylor Sand and Gravel from school.“Taylor.