Their papers were all in order, and the enclosed body of the truck was empty except for a few used, empty crates. NAFTA was a wonderful thing for JJ R...odondo's trucks, as all the border crossings were routine, now. Even the drug and explosives sniffing dogs were giving their approval to the trucks.Reodondo's drugs were taped to the inside of the diesel tanks, in vacuum sealed, triple wrapped plastic. No trace of scent escaped. And of course, there were no drugs in the tanks on the return. I removed my t-shirt and began to pinch my nipples to express the intense pleasure that I was getting. My loud moaning was making the men use their tongues even harder to poke my dripping holes.Sachin began to suck and tickle my clitoris which gave me heavy orgasms. I grabbed both their hairs and pressed their faces on the holes they were licking.Me: Ahh! Yes, yes, yes, yes… Are you enjoying this Shambhu, would you like to see me get fucked by these horny and loyal doggy friends of. “Um ... okay ... sure,” I managed to stammer out.So the following Wednesday found me at her house. Her parents were rich. It was a nice house.A maid let me in, for pity’s sake. I was taken to the back of the house where there was a private library. After I picked up my jaw off the floor I settled in, examining the books on the shelves, most of which were classics and which I had read. There was a rolltop desk along one wall, and a couch along another, with several chairs scattered around. I. * * * Carrie sighed and wrapped her arms around her, trying desperately to block out the thoughts running marathons in her mind. She longed to just stand there and feel the wind run over her body, stroking her exposed skin. There must be a button somewhere I can push that will turn my mind off. Just let me feel, just let me feel. The wave of sadness that drew her from Grant’s side was not ebbing in the early morning breeze as she had hoped. Scenes from the previous night’s love making insisted.