She told me to stop about halfway down the road at this house I knew about. Turns out, she had, shortly after school, met and started dating a guy who...was a truck driver. He was out of town a lot. When he was home he drank and wasn’t very attentive. I told her I was sorry and I wished there was something I could do. I was very slow tonight for some reason. I couldn’t imagine my friend wanting to screw.She told me, "There is something you can do." She leaned in and kissed me over the console. I. "Waylon felt a headache coming on, and his stomach rumbled, reminding him that he needed to eat. He turned the key and was satisfied when the engine started. He drove slowly, avoiding students who crossed campus streets wherever and whenever they felt like it.He parked outside his favorite pizza joint. He tried to limit himself to three outings a month that weren't on his pre-paid campus meal plan. He was in and out of the pizza place in short order. A fresh pie, bag of hot-wings, and a. As they rode, Nathaniel amused her with sarcastic and witty comments whispered in her ear, which she couldn’t react to without the soldiers figuring out their game; she punished him by shifting imperceptibly in the saddle, ensuring that she brushed up against him suggestively, relishing the gasps and stutters she could hear each time. By the time they reached the King’s camp, they were both breathless and aroused – but they also both had duties to attend to.Nathaniel promised to see her at the. My eyes went wideopen as I knew they were taking it out, the machine, the only thingthat could reverse the mind transfer. Two weapons were still aimed atme so any action on my part would only get me killed.My breasts heaved under the cotton cami as I sat there, shaking as Iwas about to be sealed into Jenna's body. I could only watch as thetruck started up and drove down the driveway and off the property. Theleader walked into the house and said something to the two men guardingme, seconds.