He touched my lips with his huge black cock again, this time moving it around on them like a lollipop. I pushed my tongue to it just as I would taste ... bit of candy.Mr Johnson smiled and pushed my head back onto his cock. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. His cock pushed against my throat again and again. I controlled the gag response, controlled my breathing, tried to deep throat him, but he was so thick!I wondered how many other girls he had brought to this box. How many white. I eased open the left side handle and was greeted by a cold breeze, and the sight of a case of frozen lemonade concentrate. Along with butter, and cheese. And some different bags of vegetables, including four large bags of frozen french fries and plenty of bacon.The refrigerator side had some butter, cheese, and bacon. Three pitchers with the screw-on tops, one with Tang, one with strawberry Kool-Aid I would find out on the first taste later, the last one had water, cold to be ready to make. There was nothing wrong with appreciating such beauty.The sun was high overhead when he reached the base of the hill. He had been slowly ascending ever since leaving camp, but now he faced a rather steep slope. It wouldn't be a difficult climb; nothing compared to Everest of course. If he used the switchback method, he could still mostly just hike to the top.The stream had thinned as he traveled until now it was little more than a trickle down the side of the hill. No doubt it would vanish. You know everything I know from those interviews we had years ago and I’ve been the slammer ever since.’ ‘Well, John,’ Harris said with an unusual tone to his voice, ‘actually our hands are pretty well tied. But what Frank and I were thinking was that if we could put some pressure on Curtis, you never know, he might get scared enough to do some talking.’ ‘And how do you intend to do that?’ I asked. ‘As police officers, we can’t really. But we could hint to Curtis that you have been going on.