Your choice, but this IS going to happen.” “I…I…” she said weakly, stammering. Mike laid her down on low bench, standing between her open t...ighs. She stared at his cock, jutting out from his curly pubes and curving upward slightly. “Mike, please…” He grinned down at her, pulling her by the hips so that her ass was right at the end of the bench, then went to his knees. “MIKE, please, NO!!!” she begged, feeling his cockhead rubbing up and down through her virginal slit and gathering. ”“Well then, I guess I can get by one day without working in the shop,” She grinned and her nose crinkled at the top and her freckles looked so good in the sunlight.“Look ... there’s Dotty, Claire and Julie. Pull in here ... let me get out so they can see us. I want a kiss too when we get out.” She pulled my hand to her crotch on top of her skirt.“You just want them to be jealous of you getting a ride.”“I want them to be jealous of me having a boyfriend who has a truck ... who brings me to. As we began hearing stories of the next storm coming towards us that afternoon I remembered to stop at the local triage to see if Gail was admitted and how she was doing.I found that after being checked out they got her a shower and lent her some scrubs so she could wash her clothes. Many people were roaming Florida with just the clothes on their back. Even washing in rainwater had to make her clothes smell better than they did when I first opened her "tomb". She had been sent on her way,. Mistress Val watched her pet push open the pet shop door and she moved around the stall to get a better view, one that allowed her to see inside the shop through its large front window. The harsh ring of the bell as she pushed open the shop door made susans heart skip a beat, pushing her already stretched nerves a notch higher. The musty dry smell of small a****ls, hamsters, mice and rabbits filled the air and she heard small scurrying, scratching noises from shadowy cages stacked one on top.