" 'I know ... you won't let me.'"Alright, put him on," I requested."Can't, he's in the South Pacific." Who is running the place?" I was afraid of the ...answer. I was right."I am."I sighed, "Can you help me?" Probably not." This is Anderson Salvage?" Yes, can I help you?" Who does your towing work when the Salvor is away?" Mr. Anderson." May I speak to him?" Just a minute. He's fishing at our dock. He's old and slow."Without covering the mouthpiece or even pulling it away from her mouth, she. This stranger was just sitting on his bike licking his lips looking over every inch of me. I could see a good sized bulge in his pants. My ass was shaking. I said high in a soft high voice and he almost looked me in my eyes scaring me. i remained silent. I was terrified.I decided to turn my back very slow to him and as i did i slid my panties down bending way over as i did. He stared only at my ass. I did around 4 or 5 circles showing him everything and then slowly walked by him sticking my ass. We gave each other pleasure in all the ways. It was exciting combining our uniforms with sexual actions. We used to laugh about it; it was great fun.One day Bert told me secretly that he was also giving pleasures to the chief of the guards. I was surprised because this was a sergeant-major, a mid-aged, stocky and mean-looking fellow known as Bill. Everybody at the camp hated him and the idea that he was a boy-lover had never occurred to me, until now. Bert told me that Bill used to fuck him in. Greene stopped somewhere in the Nevadan desert. He left Darby, still passed out form the drug, on the cool sand and left two water bottles next to her head.“There we go” He said in a grandfatherly way, as the old man dropped the bottles near the girl’s head. “You sure was a pretty girl, Darby. Too bad. I’ll tell that Will boy of your’s you said ‘hi’ ” The reverend got back into his pickup and drove away, leaving Darby in the middle of the endless desert. The sun setting on the horizon, Darby.