I'm Tracy Haden. And I do so much want to have some time with you as I have a few personal problems that you might be able to help me with."Flattered,...but also quite a little embarrassed, by Tracy's effusive complement, I felt myself flush red, which made me feel like a schoolboy. Tracy obviously saw my discomfort and tried to make amends as she warbled."Wow! I'm sorry I did not mean to embarrass you. I bet the congregation grows while you are in charge" Well I am afraid that may not be for. We were in the middle of nowhere. I immediately realized nobody would hear me in case I asked for help. Fortunately, my cell phone was with a full charged battery. He left the car and politely came to open my door. I was surprised when he embraced me and kissed my lips tenderly. Then he guided me to the house, with a hand softly pushing my waist. Well, we are in. He said and he let me know that the security camera had filmed me entering without any sign of being forced to. Evidently, he had. He did not recognize the man and cut the engine to make conversation easier."What's your business in town sir?" the deputy asked. Junior told him where he lived and that he had come into town to check on the situation, and to make contact with the sheriff. Nodding his understanding the deputy asked for Junior's driver's license. He then stepped away and had a short conversation on his radio. Junior spent the time observing the men with the deputy. He approved of their tactics, as one of them. ”“My brothers were saying that they weren’t going to trade wives anymore. After Betty Mae and Raylene approached me and asked me to trade with them, I guess I’ll have to see it to believe it. That’s why I said you must not have been much of a whore. It doesn’t seem like there was a whore to take out.”Opal Anne shook her head and helped me tuck my cock back in my pants after shaking the last drops off for me.“Come on, husband, we need to hit the road. If it’s this cold down here, we may be.