There is no traffic on the road. There usually isn’t much. Most of the farmers around here stay on their farms, only going into town on business or ...the odd things they cannot grow or make themselves. It is why he chose this place while researching for a place to go and disappear into when setting his plans into motion. It is a vital key in never being discovered, yet here he is out driving around and looking for a hitchhiker and flirting with danger all over the farmer’s daughter.The road. There was a knock on his bedroom door.KNOCK KNOCK"Come in mom," Oskar said, in Swedish.His bedroom door opened. It was his mom. She was a beautiful Blonde haired blue eyed Swedish woman who resembled that Blonde singer from the group ABBA back in the 80s."I am just checking up on you honey," his mom responded to him in Swedish.His mother walked closer to him."So what are you doing honey?" his mom asked him in Swedish."I am just looking at these magazines!" Oskar said to her in Swedish, without. Talshish then led us around from area to area looking for some sign of who was being kept here. Though as yet, other than untouchable parties with their handlers, we saw no sign on the first three levels. It was only when we were approaching a stairwell that would lead up to the fourth level that Adsila and Talshish suddenly diverted us down an adjacent corridor.“Serious wards,” she breathed. “Subtle too, they would have permitted entry, but sealed it off and summoned the guards, all of. He quickly did. The sound of my ass would have awoken a bear, but not this nerd from his dumb work. As Pierre is pounding me from the back, Jamal is pushing my head up and down from his cock as I start to gag. I purposely place my left leg on huby's lap as he sits across. After 23 minutes of filthy fucking, I get up and place my head on my bimbo husbands lap as he is now writing with more concentration. OMG! His penis is hard. "Does he know?" I think out loud. Oh well, who cares! Jamal & Pierre.