"Come on boys," I whisper huskily, "my cunt is getting a good fucking and so is my arse. No sense in leaving my mouth and throat unfucked. Now who's g...ing first?"I open my mouth wide and run my tongue across my top lip in lecherous encouragement until suddenly it hits me. "COME ON. AIEE, FUCK!" I yell as climax number one rips through my body starting at my cunt, spreading back to my well-fucked bottom and up to my tits that are being manipulated by Joey Wardell while he rubs his thumbs over my. Towards the end of the Contract the UG Lineman and his son from ND came to me and said they had to go back home. The crowded roads, smog so thick you had to constantly clean your glasses and all of the trees everywhere were driving them crazy! They needed space and be able to see far, far away. Plus the seafood tasted weird to them and everyone around them talked funny! So I got their last checks and they headed west for home. I knew how they felt as I was also feeling out of place on the East. "What do you mean Sugar?" Pat looked at him with a confused look on her face. He ignored her and continued to drive, locking the doors. Pat put her hands in her coat pockets looking for her phone, pepper spray, knife, something, anything. Nothing."Where are we going Sugar?" she asked trying to stay composed. "You don't need to know. Now shut up and stop calling me Sugar!" he yelled at her.She could see they were heading onto the highway, he could be taking me anywhere she thought to herself as. So let me put it this way: do you think of yourself now as a lesbian?"This was a conversation I'd been having with myself but I had wanted to keep it from Teresa; if I wasn't prepared to think of myself that way, I was admitting that there was something missing with Teresa. When I didn't answer, she read my silence. "No? Neither do I. What we have is very special but I certainly couldn't manage without a man's attentions from time to time. And I guess you are much the same. Yes?" Perhaps. But.