She got out of the car and walked around to the other side, then opened the passenger door. She carried a gun. "Come along now, girl, unless you wan...t your daddy to mourn his only daughter's brutal murder." Her brother took the knife from my throat and pushed my shoulder towards the door. "Follow her, bitch." I stepped down from the van into the dry dirt. The woman pointed her gun at my stomach. "Head towards the door." I paused for a moment and thought over my situation. . ‘You’re making tremendous headway. Please do continue.’ ‘Hold on. Let me think harder.’ Lightly you tap the table with your fingertip. There’s something weighing heavy on the tip of your tongue. ‘Um, what did I forget? Something’s missing here.’ You review your earlier statements, knowing there’s a white-elephant absent in your comments, something obvious has been omitted. ‘Ha! Of course. It had to be that.’ Again, you’re blushing and your grin is pricelessly delightful. ‘Well, now, … I suppose. His sigh of pleasure and the sight of me engulfing the head of his dick sent his partner into a frenzy, the door to my stall creaking with the pressure of his body against it. I cared nothing for this, however. My universe for that moment consisted of the head of an anonymous mexican's dick, and the thick six-inch brown shaft behind it that immediately started to fatten in my mouth. It was obvious from the state of the mexican's dick that he had not used it for anything but pissing for quite. This lasted a couple of minutes, followed by a hand releasing the other breast for me to see. She then caressed both breasts in coordinated rhythm. With the lace of the bra brushing against the underside of her tits, and her hands stimulating her nipples, I was getting hard.I told her how much I liked seeing what she was doing, and she asked me to undress. Naturally, I did so. She asked me to do nothing unless she asked me to. Of course, I can take "floor direction," and felt like we were.