It is the way he requires that I greet him. Once that was over he took me to the rear of the truck and pushed me inside with the men and told them to ...get to know me but no fucking as he wanted to keep his truck clean.It was an hour and a half drive and all the way the men were feeling me, fingering me, slapping me about a little and laughing and calling me names, the usual stuff like whore, fuckmeat, cum dumpster etc.When the truck stopped they all got out and I could see it was an old ranch. " I said, and got up from the lounger, still blushing, and led the men through the back door and into the living room. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed five beers. Back in the living room, I offered the men a beer, they all gratefully accepted, and I opened mine and sat down on the couch. Two of the men sat down on either side of me, and the other two men sat down on the couch directly opposite us. Paul began talking about the dimensions of the property, and all that sort of business.. Back in the privacy of my own room, my jitters swiftlytransformed from ‘nervous’ into ‘horny’. I was dyingto try out my brand-new ill-gotten contraption. I’dnever masturbated with anything but my fingers before,and if my friend Jo was telling anything like thetruth, this was going to be intense.I plugged in the data stick with the pirated ROM intothe slot in the back of the Tangerine. A couplemillion microswitches rearranged their configuration,but nothing appeared. Cornelia laid her head in his chest, grabbed on to his shirt front and sobbed a couple of times. Dez stroked her back and whispered some nice things, then he kissed the top of her head. ‘Its alright baby. Don’t worry about some stupid fool who couldn’t value what he had. Let the young whore take him to cleaners. Don’t waste your time feeling sorry for him or crying after him. He is a jerk, and you are a princess.’ ‘Thanks Dez. Thanks. That was so beautiful.’ ‘Now, come, lets go and dance,.