As Im working I can hear footsteps and I say "Hey" just to make sure the person knows Im acknowledging that they are there. And I hear the lady reply ... Hey, you busy under there" to which I reply "kind of" after about 10mins of small chat she tells me "can I show you something"I peek my head out from under the car and I see that shes in a almost see-thru nightgown with a robe wrapped around but still very visible from the front. Long legs, big brest and a neck line that begs to be kissed and. It was about the same size as the LRJ but was college ruled and had a soft cover. As I started to write in it, I didn’t know exactly what to say. After a few days, though, I realized I was writing it for her. I wasn’t talking about her but as if I was talking to her. Just exposing my thoughts a little while trying not to expose my real story. I sort of hoped she did ask to read it.Thursday after school Beca and I stood at Mr. Richards’ door and waited for the last stragglers to leave so we. He was cut like me and was a little longer, but he had a nice mushroom cock head. I bent over and took my first cock in my mouth. It was smooth yet hard at the same time. I did what he did to me, pushing my mouth down and then pulling up, trying to take as much as I could on the downstroke. I started rubbing his balls and continued sucking him for a couple of minutes. I then took my mouth off and sat back up.John started sucking my cock again. But this time when he pulled up and just my cock. The girls would just as well have been naked, they had on so little. Same as before; raped, beaten, drugged, abused and sold along the route to Los Angles. The boys were no better off.The drones had spotted the suspicious van in the pipeline right of way and had witnessed transfer of two girls from another van that quickly left. The van had pulled into and out of the right of way several times after the drone was locked onto the position. Problem is the van that left headed in the direction.