He pulled back in behind me and I began to breathe heavy. So nervous, but I wanted it so bad. I needed a man’s touch, and I needed to touch him.I th...ought I might just drive off, but in an instant, a split second decision had me pulling into an empty parking lot. He followed. It was cool outside and a light fog, gave perfect cover. I sat, heart pounding as he got out and walked over to my work truck. He was about my age, earlier twenty’s or so, and very heavy. Just average looking and not fit at. You'll see, it'll be fine. And if it gets out of hand, we'll stop. Please? Okay?"Jen hesitated. Then, forcing a smile, she said to her husband, "Okay."Jen was in a cab going out to meet Steve again. It was the third time this week. For the last few weeks, she and Steve had been almost inseparable. She had seen Steve almost as much as her husband, and she had definitely been fucked by Steve more than her husband. Mike had been okay with this, and in fact had encouraged it.She admitted to herself. The v******e of the motion made her lose her grip on her bow, now quite useless anyway. Instinctively she reached for her hunting knife, but before she could grasp it it slipped out of its scabbard, and lay tantalizingly out of reach of her fingertips. She screamed inwardly at her foolishness - how could she have let this happen?As she dangled, helplessly inverted, two feet from the ground, a figure emerged from a dark crevice in the rock, not much wider than his shoulders. It was a man, young. She began driving her wheelchair to a door to the right side of the room as one entered it, to the left of Todd’s desk. Going through, she drove down the hallway and stopped at an elevator, which was barely noticeable in the wall. We got on, and descended a couple of floors. Getting out, I found myself in a narrow hallway with gray concrete blocks for walls. Going left (back underneath Todd’s office a couple of floors above), I opened a gunmetal gray door. Tanya drove in, leading the way, and I.