She looks to the phone and back to each man before she finally starts removing her clothes. The fog that encircled her mind clears suddenly as she fee...ls her left nipple being suckled. She realizes the whimper she just heard came from her. Mr. W has both hands gripping her left breast while his large lips suck on the blood-engorged nipple. Mr. C has her right breast, but he seems more interested in analyzing the tit flesh, gently kneading the spongy dough-like mammary.Mr. C: Nice. Very. In fact, I will even make sure it’s disguised as a normal semi-trailer.”Ben asks, “How hard are those to drive? And won’t I need a CDL?”Thom says, “The corners are the tricky part because it’s easy to cut them too close and run into shit. But hell, it’s armored and if you do that you will just tear the hell out of whatever you run into while scratching the paint on the trailer. Oh yeah, backing up is a real bitch so always try to pull into places where you don’t need to back up. Yeah, you’ll. He reached for a tenderslice of roast bosk, lightly spiced in the Tahari fashion, and coughedto attract our attention. "The noble Lady has never been to the Taharibefore, has she?" he asked."No, I have never travelled this far. The climate does not agree withme." There was much polite laughter around our table at that off handremark.Kargan chewed the succulent steak. "With due respect, you know nothingof my people, nor of the other desert tribes. These... brigands, as youcall them, obey. One day, during recess, she slipped me a note that I read after I got home. The note said that she wanted to get together and that she wanted to "pump" me. This was code for fucking. Being introduced to sex at a young age, I knew exactly what that meant as well as having a good idea of what to do with a girl, although I had never done anything like that before. It certainly surprised me that she had these kinds of feelings. That night, I wondered what kinds of things we could do alone,.