" Pete turned my head and kissed me on the mouth, but I wasn't in the mood for it.Like fucking was okay, but kissing ... That just felt too personal. ...I didn't want to be intimate, I just wanted to fuck. So I let him kiss me, but I didn't really respond to his lips and tongue. If Pete thought that seemed odd, he didn't say anything though, and why should he? His cock was still semi-hard, still bathing inside my cunt and we were moving again, fucking slowly when the sign that said "Bakersfield. I get turned on making men do things …making you do things.” She paused again and looked at me intently.“Do you want me to make you do things, Cherry?” She kept staring, waiting for my reply.I was scared but excited. I did want her to be dominant with me. The combination of fear and excitement was turning me on. My heart was beating fast and I had butterflies in my stomach as she kept staring patiently and intently. Finally, I managed to say, “Yes. Yes … I want … I want you to … To make me do. ’ I reached up and shook the slightly younger man’s hand. ‘So who were you with?’ It was a natural question for him to ask. ‘MACV,’ It should have been all the answer necessary. ‘What the fuck is that?’ He looked a little drunk. I quickly began to assess him. He was about twenty pounds of drunk, overweight. Too much soft living since he came home I thought. If it came to physical force, I was more than a match for him. Problem was several more people drifted over. ‘That was them pussies that. ‘Excuse me, ma’am, I’d like to try this on.’ She looked over at the bright purple banana-hammock and snapped out of her stupor. She looked at the customer and low and behold, it was Will. She couldn’t help but crack up. ‘What? I don’t like being made fun of by the sales-lady.’ He tried to hold a straight face, but was having trouble. Brook threw her arms around him without another thought. She held his body close to hers. He felt warm and strong, and she instantly wished she was elsewhere,.