"If your target is a car thief, I'd love to know about it." Shit," I thought. "Could you tell me the type of car that this license is supposedly attac...ed to?" I asked."Some old Dodge Dart. The victim probably should be thankful it's gone, except he probably couldn't afford theft protection, or a new car for that matter. He just got new plates though a couple months ago." I'd look in a junkyard for a Dodge Dart with no plates," I said sadly."So whose car is attached to them now?" Can I get back. We set up our usual two-hour watch rotation and got what rest we could for the rest of the night.The next morning, it was obvious that the women were still in no condition to travel, so we debated what to do. Our solution was for Running Fox to take the paper I had been given by the Colonel and find one of the Army search parties. He should be able to show the note to an Army man and get all of the cooperation we needed.Running Fox left, hoping to find one of the Crow scouts, but he would. Pete introduced us to him and we chatted for several minutes between sets. I hadn't heard of the guy before, but Pete was amazed that the fellow was playing a small club with a four-piece combo. The guy laughed and told Pete and I that he did it for kicks. While we were chatting, he mentioned he was always looking for new, original compositions for his 'real' band, a 39-piece orchestra that was currently between tours. I told him about my roomie Mary and the competition she had won. He smiled. I felt another load of his warm cum on my hair, and it trickeled down my back. Then, my master came back to me."Alright, she has had enough for now." Master pulled the ball gag out of my mouth. Cum dripped off the gag and out of my mouth onto the dirt floor beneath me. Master smiled. "I see you have resisted the urge to swallow. Very good, pet." Grabbing my now cum drenched hair, he pushed my face to the dirt. "Now lick it up." I hesitated, but stuck my tongue out as I was begining to do.