“Aaahhhh, Fuck me harder offf…iccerr.” I said and he started slamming into me more violently. I lost my breath and he kept on slamming into me. ... was lost in the waves of pleasure and I didnt realize when he came in me.We were completely sweaty and breathless, he was leaning on the car and looking down at me. He pulled his pants up and slowly came and lay on top of me, making sure not to put his entire on weight on me.One last time, he slammed his mouth on mine and explored my mouth with his. Slowly going in and out he could feel her getting wetter and he loved it. She moaned with each thrust. Feeling him all the way in her she pushed back on him wanting him to go faster. Grabbing her hips he thrust faster and deeper getting her to moan even louder. He could feel himself wanting to cum but he was loving every minute of this. "Oh babe" she moaned, she was so fucking wet and could smell it, that sweet smell of pussy juices. "Oh Shane fuck me" He groped her breast while pounding her. By the time we came around the foot of a hill and skidded to a stop, it was pretty obvious to me why the Land Cruiser looked so beat up. To Cheyenne’s way of thinking, it was simply a tool, and meant to be used hard.She handed me the toolbox and pointed up the hill to a sandstone outcropping. “It’s right up there. Be careful where you step, and keep an eye out for irregularly shaped white, gray or brown things. They could be fossils.”I looked around me and observed, “Um, Everything is white,. I'm in awe of you. There's no one as good as you at what you do, whatever you do. And there are few women in this world as beautiful. But whatever you tried to make of me I'm not. Okay I'm a good gigolo. I even enjoy it even though I wanted no part of it. And like I said I'm down to one client. But what makes me happy? Do you know? I loved doing my show which you considered a waste of time and hated, even if you were nice enough not to admit it. The mistress told me she hated it. She walked.