You didn’t even get me home.”“Hey, you said you were fine. We dropped you off at the gate.”“You took the word of a naked drunk man?”“You...weren’t naked. You had a sombrero.” He seemed very pleased with himself.I glared at him as I sat down in the seat behind him. “I came to in Rosa fucking Rodriguez’s...”“You nailed her? Holy shit. You’re lucky you survived, she’s hot as...”“Shut the fuck up Miguel. I woke up in her fucking rose garden.”“Is that a metaphor? Tell me that’s a metaphor, ‘cause I. We'll just attach some pretend steps, then configure the additional rooms to represent the sub-basement. That sound good enough to you, Sir?" That'll work," Jeff said. "Going in as late as we are, plus with the snowstorm, maybe Ingles won't be 'entertaining, ' and he'll be the only one in the house." Yeah, and if frogs could fly," the lieutenant laughed. "We'll hope for that, though. In the meantime, we'll train as if the place will be full of his cronies and they're all armed. Oh yeah, Sir,. With his right hand, he began to splash water over her body, rubbing her skin and softly stroking her body."What are you doing?" she asked sadly."Cleaning you," he answered firmly. "I'm washing off whatever Brentano left on you. I'm also washing off whatever Dumont did to you." It's burned deep into my skin," Kylie whispered."That just means we have to soak longer," he answered unperturbed. "Kylie, we will never know how he got you to do that stuff, or to let him do the stuff to you. I'd say he. Then I recalled him placing his hand on my cock while I just stood there. The funny thing is that really turns me on when I think about it. They drove for almost one hundred miles and finally turned off the interstate and pulled into a nice looking motel. I watched while he went in to register and when he got back into his car he pulled in front of room 115. I parked my truck and headed toward their room I was really shaking when I knocked on the door. She answered and asked me to come in. Both.