Pulling up the driveway, there she stood. Her name was Tate. She was a beautiful blonde haired blue-eyed woman. She was wearing a green blouse with a...white skirt that was just long enough to cover her curvy, well tanned ass. If she was taller, she would be a fine piece of work. I prefer not to call women "pieces of work", but I'm sort of lazy and I'd rather not say "A piece of artwork". Anyways, back to my friend. She strolled up with a big smile on her face and clambered up into the cab of my. ’ Even in such a crisis, the young woman remained taciturn. It didn’t matter if she was alone or not , it was simply her nature. Similarly, as her left hand nervously touched her shaved scalp, her right hand went to her smartphone in her pocket. It was only then that she realized she was naked. ‘Oh, God no.’ Brooke began to look around frantically. There was clothing in the wardrobe, but she could not care less about that. That smartphone was her life. She could lose her hair, freedom or. Smith he had a bulge in his shorts but what I was surprised by was the fact I was semi hard. I reached for my shorts to cover up what was going on but Mr. Smith saw he grabbed my hand to stop me "What do you think you are doing boy?" he asked. "I need to get back to work Mr. Smith Sir" I couldn't believe I was calling him Sir he was in my head. He pulled my hand to the lump in his shorts "Look what you did to me boy!! Have you ever had a cock boy?" I pulled my hand away "No Sir I have a. He stayed at the door where he could keep an eye on the pair and had Brenda stand just outside the door."I saw smoke when I was on top of the hill," he told her softly, "The smoke wasn't coming from this direction. I have to go up on top of this hill and find out where that cabin or hunting camp is. It might be our ticket out of here. You take one of the guns and keep those two covered until I get back. Do you think you can do it?"Brenda nodded her head. She was terrified of the pair, but they.