No light fantasy -- him, his thick cock plunging into you, your cries echoing through the crowded restaurant, everybody noticing you, everyone looking...at you cumming hard beneath the ministry of his prowess.You knew that color crept into your cheeks, but you kept coming there. Kept eating the food he served, appreciating the way you never had to ask for a warm up on your coffee or extra cream. You knew what you wanted from him; that was half the reason you couldn't stay away even if you don't. He was dressed in tight blue denim jeans , timberland boots with a bare torso in the heat. As he walked round to the back of the car Rachel could see his body and she drew in a breath, he was athletic , brown hair around 40 years old. His upper body was athletically muscled and as he picked up the hay bale all the muscles in his upped body flexed at the same time. The top half of his body was sweating profusely in the heat , and Rachel felt her clit twitch as his muscles flexed. Her tongue. The tents looked to be standard GP medium tents. It appeared to be an outdoor prison or detention camp of some sort. A house trailer was parked a shot distance from the fenced area. Everyone inside the tent camp was a male. (GP stands for general purpose)Most disturbing was a gathering of vehicles that was parked on the side of the road about 20 miles to the north. Another Bradly fighting vehicle, two Hum Vs, two school buses apparently full of armed men, a motor home, and three empty cattle. I just nodded and ate my breakfast.When I parked my Jeep in the student parking lot, I took a moment to collect myself. My parents were crazy if they thought I wouldn’t talk to Pam. I was about to get out of my car when my phone rang. It was Frank Ingram, my PR Agent. It must be the crack of dawn in LA. I wondered what could have gotten him up this early.“Frank.”“David, I wanted to catch you before you got your day started. I worked with Range Sports and we have a couple of video packets that.