Roxanne was spent. She slipped to the side and for the first time, I got a real good look at Jim’s massive tool, glistening with the pussy juices of...Roxanne and still as hard as ever. Jim looked at me and as I patted my vagina, he moved in for the kill.Jim had a huge cock and when I say it was huge, I was not exaggerating. I was scared to take him on, but I did so anyway. As he plunged his tool deep inside of me, a massive orgasm immediately overtook me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and. I felt numb. And, I didn't feel like I was running, either. I was taking a walk. Clearing my head. I certainly wasn't dognaping Chey, who had seemed to appear beside me, looking happy that someone was taking her for a walk, whether or not it had been my intention.I tried to ignore Chey, even when she started to randomly lift her head to lick at my hand. It wasn't that I minded her company. Actually, the extra footsteps seemed almost comforting on the empty road. But, I wasn't exactly in a happy. Megan's face still bore the marks of her rough treatment. Her nose had been smashed twice by the blows of the guard's rifle butt and there was a scar across her forehead, which she could feel whenever she touched herself there. After five days a friendly guard who had fed her had let her out for a few minutes and helped her clean herself up. As Miranda had said, her first full day had been the worst. She had made the mistake of moving around too much and had quickly found that it was essential. Oh, and see if you can arrange a 'turn 'n' burn' outta there that comes north, would ya? I've got some unfinished business in Whitehorse to take care of." Forget it!" John intoned. "I've got a California hot-shot with your name on it, waiting to roll out of Seattle. You and Whitehorse ain't gonna see each other for another two weeks." California? What the fuck did I ever do to you, Robinson? You know I don't go south any more than I absolutely have to! Forget the hot-shot deal and find me a.