I got on my knees and crawled up to his waist, my legs spread over his wasit. I reached down and moved my hands to his jeans zipper, undid the button ...and pulled the zipper down. He was breathing hard as i pulled his pants down, turning my hands behind his tight butt and pulling them out from under him. Once they were off i saw a bulge behind his light blue boxers. They were really short and i could see his untanned thighs, really skinny and muscualr. Then i pulled down his boxers, revealing a. Nearly drowning me. For a second I clawed at my neck, desperate to remove the collar. I didnt want the collar. I couldnt have the collar. Visions of Pit Bull Man filled my mind. Not Pit Bull Man. What if he saw me with this collar? What if.&hellip,? I stopped clawing at my neck and fell into full surrender. I felt the cot groan as Stevie climbed aboard. The cool swipe was back at my ass. I felt a probing. Following by an uncomfortable penetration. One finger, Stevie cooed. More penetration.. It took an exaggerated movement like this to make her’s bounce.He wiped his hands on a cloth as she approached. “Bobbi just radioed. It’s nice that you have a radio now in your ‘official volunteer’ capacity.” She held up her fingers in the quote signal.“You’re teasing me, aren’t you.”“Yes … But Bobbie did just radio. She’s on the way and wants you to have the horses ready. She said we need to go over the ridge. The Sheriff wants something checked out.” She shrugged and looked at him. “She said. "Holy shit," he sighed as he let his body collapse upon mine, His radiostarted to beep as he pulled his cock out of me. "Fuck. Where's yourbathroom?"I pointed to the kitchen area and he got up, grabbing his clothes and hisbelt in one motion, hopping to the bathroom, as he pulled his pants backon. I grabbed my robe, holding it closed with one hand, sitting on thecouch, feeling the warmth of his cum still inside of me."Listen," he said, walking back into the living room, "this isn't thelast.