I answered her with a kiss. She said, “I can’t stay like this for much longer, my legs are starting to shake. Slowly pull out and lay down next to... me.” It was excruciating, pulling out of her. My whole cock was so sensitive it was like a pleasurable pain as I pulled out and lay down beside her.She took my hand and licked my middle finger and put it down between her legs, guiding my finger into our sticky wetness. As my finger parted her pussy lips and came into contact with her labia, she let. One shot had come from an alley, and the other shot had come from a recessed doorway into a business. Those shots had to originate with the two card markers. Nobody else in town had any reason to shoot me. Those guys were apparently out for revenge.Well, I was going to give them a fight for their money. I had learned a lot as a SEAL about fighting at night. One of the things I did was to ignore my guns and to draw my bowie knife. I may not be at instructor level, but I was damned close. Both of. Now I wear a singlet and a collar that has a tag that says, 'Marissa's Stud, Hands OFF!' It's sort of embarrassing, but if it helps keep people, well male sponsors really, from messing with me, I guess I can put up with it. I know I don't want to be violated again. My collar has a camera so that if anyone decides to mess with me there will be evidence. Since the AI monitors it, it is considered to be utterly secure. I'm doing my best to verify that security. I'm not yet convinced. The very fact. I knelt down and looked under the engine - not a fresh drop of oil or anything else to be seen: no leaks of any of the engine fluids."She looks pretty good." I admitted, "but how's the engine?"One of the farmers told me "Rebuilt a couple weeks ago. She's been drove enough to break her in, but that's it."Another tossed me a set of keys, and said "Go ahead, start 'er up."I climbed into the cab - the door closed with a satisfying dull 'thunk' - and fired up the engine, which purred like a kitten..