“Do you have any questions that we can answer at this time?”“No, I think you and Jack have addressed everything that I can think of. What about ...ou Jim?”“There are a few things that seem to be buzzing around in the back of my head, but I’m not sure what they are. I’ll let you know when they finally pop out.”“Good. Frank, if you and Jim have a bit of time left, I drove the Suburban into the shop this morning. Are you interested in taking it for a spin?”Frank’s demeanor is normally that of a. They were just having fun, so we had no real trouble escaping, though they did throw a scare into some of the passengers. Of course, if they had been able to capture us, they would have been the only ones having fun. We men would have been tortured to death, and the women would have been raped to death, so I guess the scare was appropriate.This was a "through coach," so we did not stop for sleeping that night. The stage crew was changed four times, and the mules were changed much more often. I could visible see her relax under my touch. I moved my hand up to her calf, and massaged the muscle there too. I could also see her nipples pressing through the material of her blouse. Her foot turned back and forth in my lap, rubbing my stiffening cock through my pants. I spoke quietly when I said, "You give a pretty good massage with your foot too." That made her giggle, and she rubbed my cock a little more aggressively. I looked around the cabin to see if we were drawing attention, but it. Don't ask me."I was confused. This is not proper sexual etiquette, although I doubt that there was a book written on that subject. I shook my head and repeated, "Tell you?" Yes," Patty said. "Tell me what you want to do... or just do it. Don't ask me." Why not?" I asked.One again, Patty shook her head on my lap, unintentionally rubbing my penis with her red mane. "Jim. I love you. You don't need to ask me if you want anything. Play with my tits. Stick your cock in my cunt. Stick it up my ass..