At first, he hesitated but later he took me into checking with the passenger first. He slid the curtains a bit. I was amazed by what I saw.There was a... girl in the mid-20s, wheatish complexion and wearing glasses. She was scrolling through her iPhone and resting near the window side. Her hair was tied up into a pony.She was wearing a red-black checkers shirt, sleeves folded up with black denim shorts. She had magnificent boobs and her body structure was sexy enough to tempt me. (I am not good. I filled her in on my nightly jaunts, and she was as thrilled as the other women. When we got home, Susan was not yet in condition for fucking, but she did want to be cuddled, and that I was happy to do.We had missed the earlier reports, but we did see the capture of the truck bomb on CNN. It was their feature segment. It seemed to be a slow news day, so the story of the terrorist bomb was given more air time that it normally would have received. The official word was that it had been found by. She would takethem and lock them in her dungeon. The slave masterand the caretakers fought hard to save the slaves.Despite all their efforts the wicked mistress managedto break into the glory hole room and took away thethree chosen slaves and Karen too.The wicked mistress took the captured slave girls toher castle and locked them in the dungeon. One ofthe slave girls was tied down bent over a metal barin the dungeon toilets. The male slaves would come andfuck her when they visited the loos. . But no it couldn’t have been that because the ex didn’t like to cuddle. As she drove, she thought back and wondered if it was the love, the giving, she missed. “Well you wont know by staying celibate” she told herself. The Harley was out of sight by now and she felt a little sad. She had enjoyed watching his strong wide shoulders covered in the leather jacket. “At least he has picked a good ride” she thought as she looked about her at the scenery. Knowing there was a roadhouse up ahead, Fran.