”“Great, now what do we do?” Kelly said.I took out my cell phone and held it up. “We call for help.” I looked at the phone and said, “Shit..., there’s no service. We must be too far from a tower,” I said.Kelly checked her phone and told me she didn’t have service either.“Well, we have over a half tank of gas. If we conserve it, we should be able to stay warm until it gets light. We can stay with the car or try to hike out. I’m going to get out and make sure the car isn’t going to slide into the. I could see people in cars crossing us and smiling. But controlling myself I tried pushing his hands away more vigorously. But he was extremely firm and strong. He just leant over my ears and whispered.. Let me touch your pussy, though I love ass too from what I just saw when your frock went up in the air and exposed you for a minute. You have a perfect ass baby, since that time I am desperate to touch it once. I didnt know how to react to the situation. I was alone, with a stranger who was. Slowly, I pulled my finger from my pussy, pointing it at him, I asked, “Do you want to taste?”Mr. Bozeman was nearly sixty years old but he was smooth. He knelt between my knees, one hand on each, pushing them further apart. He sucked my extended finger between his lips and cleaned it. Leaning back against the cool tile wall, I watched him drop his face between my legs. His tongue dredged across my buzzing clitoris sending a jolt of erotic sensations through my body. He was the third man that I. I'm actually reveling in this odd combination of physical, mental, and emotional torture. But I have started this story at the wrong point. During the week since his last experience from his courage jar, I heard from both his former mistress and his new mistress. Both said that he was different, that he had a lot on his mind, and had trouble focusing. Dee, who has known him the longest, said that he seemed 'haunted' by something. Faun said that he seemed distracted while fucking her with.