I’ve no intention of forcing anyone not part of The Cause to help me, but I’d appreciate the help. These four I’ll use, but without any concern ...or how they’re expended.”The rest of the intended slaves nod agreement before they ask more questions, which I answer to the best of my ability. I finish eating and I leave them to discuss things amongst themselves. I send the four slaves off to sleep under the trail wagon, place four of the dogs on guard, and I send the rest of the dogs into the trail. Mmm, he moaned involuntarily as it had been way too long since he had blown a man and he was looking forward to this. He started slowly sucking Jimmy’s cock into his mouth and loved the feel of it as it twitched and jumped as it grew to its full length. Now Jack liked sucking cock but he was not the blow job artist that his wife was so he knew he would not be able to match what she must have performed on Jimmy and his buddy.Jack continued to work Jimmy’s cock and was rewarded with encouragement. As she neared the end of her trek she thought that she might get another ride in that Mustang, after all. Perhaps she could persuade him to take it over the speed limit. She wondered how Junior would react. There were a lot of interesting possibilities.“Just have to see how it all plays out,” was all she could tell herself.When she arrived at the corner across from the diner she saw Stan’s car pull into his accustomed space. She decided to wait for another light before crossing the street. It. He felt trapped by Mercy's steady penetrating gaze. Felt as if he needed her permission to continue with this coffee errand.Mercy was silent for what seemed a long time.Then she giggled."So go on then. Ask me how I like my coffee."David reddened. Was the girl flirting or was she just laughing at him?"Ok. Right. So how do you like your coffee?" he managed to say, albeit in a tight voice."I like it with oodles of cream and sugar." Um, we don't have cream, I'm afraid." No cream?" No, I'm sorry. We.