The dusty driveway was choked with weeks, the ancient gas pumps were rusted; the hoses had been ripped off them likely by some scavenger. The awning o...er the gas pumps was equally corroded; holed and lopsided, almost ready to collapse, but at least it provided shade.Not that the day was particularly hot; in fact out in the desert it was quite brisk.David popped the hood and stepped out of the Explorer; he gingerly lifted the hood and waved at the cloud of steam, trying to dissipate it.He stood. "Who knows?" Dave shrugged, drawing another beer. "I just threw them in the dispenser. You said it should be random and that's exactly what I'm doing. I don't know if anyone's gotten one yet or not."As Brandy hurried over to wait on customers in a corner booth, Dave let a wicked grin slide over his face. The bit about putting the gold swizzle sticks in the dispenser was a lie. He had the lucky sticks hidden under the bar. He was going to make sure Brandy got a real good customer for her first. When I curled my hand under the hem of her teddy, softly and gently slipped it up above her waist, I got my first thrilling look at her auburn pubic hair. As is everything Colleen, her pussy was carefully cared for and perfectly presentable. As if reading my mind, Colleen leaned away from me, allowing me to creep closer to the center of her passion; close enough for her to feel my warm breath breaking over her nearly naked body.Not willing to rush, I inclined my head and softly brushed my lips. The first one spoke to his companion."A little fun first, then we can finish her off," he said. To which the second man had replied."Yea, the boss only likes to hear them scream. When he tires of them, he just gets rid of them. He won't mind if we have a little fun first."They moved further in to the room. Their voices had awakened the girl. On seeing them, she turned pale and whimpered. She knew that their being there, so soon after this last session, was not good. Her Master usually waited at.