.. are you back?”Her voice was fragile, unused, like old paper that’s been folded too long and doesn’t want to open anymore.I looked back up at ...er, but tried not to stare at the dark eyes too hard. “Just got back from the Navy. I’ll be looking for a farm to buy. I miss planting.”“That’s ... nice.”She hesitated for a second, mumbled something I couldn’t hear and scurried from the room.Mark was staring at me with his head cocked to the side. “That’s the most I’ve heard her say since she came. "See, now you understand already what assholes guys can be, especiallywhen they're high," said Heather with a laugh. "And that's why wetossed some blush in that bag, because he wanted to lick it right offyou." Ok please," said Johnny, navigating the stair in his little heels."Let's just get Donnie." Get up moron," Heather pulled at him. "Donnie, get up. You're freakinghammered." Come on, you're not light, asshole," said Johnny, shaking himseverely."Soft voice, please," Heather nudged. "I'm going to leave your right hand attached. I can't have you going anywhere I don't want. And you would get far too greedy if you had two hands available," Miss Rose explains. "Thank you, Miss Rose," the girl replies. Miss Rose stops the girl's hand for a moment. She pulls the fingers out of the slave's pussy. Ashley can see the girl's juices dripping slowly from her fingers. The slave lets out a small whimper of protest, but controls herself. Miss Rose bends down and places 2 of her fingers. "Can you drive?" No, sorry. I have a drivers license, but I've been on a submarine for the last eighteen years, so I'm a little out of practice, and there's no way I could drive a rig like this." Too bad, we could have cut a day off our trip if you could drive."For the next two days, Red would drive nearly eighteen hours a day, then pull off to the side of the road and get into the sleeping berth in the back of the cab. When the sun came up, he would head back out onto the road again. Being an.