"I actually expected some resistance at this, and in fact for a moment it seemed as if she were going to speak. But after a slight hesitation she bega... to fumble at my zipper, at first trying to open it one-handed, then bringing the other forward to hold it straight while she worked it with the other. She unzipped it with a slowness that suggested reluctance more than sensuality (which of course made it even more sensual for me) and her expression, what I could see of it, seemed a little. There had been a diner along the way that had a great view of a green space, they had stopped there for lunch. He wondered what happened to it.Well ... that was messy.He found the diner, now turned trading post. There were a couple of people outside threatening violence against the ones that had set up the trading post. When he got noticed, the ones outside had pointed their guns his way ... and it just went downhill from there.The woman running the trading post was almost cheery at seeing the. I am there flexing my muscles and popping my chest it’s a good start. She starts slowly working her way up and down up and down bobbing her head all up and down my dick licking and sucking it. “mmmm nice’ I barely whisper as she sucks it taking it all inside her mouth. She squeezes my balls and on the out motion, she kisses the balls gently. After a few, she’s going at it got carried away with it “oh, the hell this piece of meat needs to be tenderized” she said suddenly removing her dentures. ”“Shhh. Just watch. We’ll talk after.”“Roofies, I think,” Diane ventured, after watching the thing straight through. “You were roofied. What do you remember?”“Going to the Roundup. Hanging out for a couple of hours. No bites. I don’t remember a guy. I don’t know if I left the Roundup on my own or not. I don’t remember ANY of THAT!” she waved at the screen. “Part of me is horrified that I was raped – and part of me is pissed that I don’t remember having that much fun!”“You know, except for the.