Three long weeks past, still nothing, her head a mess sleep being hard, her fantasies vivid, her worries on the job front ever present, she resorted t... what she called “bateing” to get her to sleep, wanking really, strumming, self-gratification. The memory of her landlord taking his pound of flesh, using her like a lump of available meat, always in her memories, strangely stimulating, her fantasy always alive and very clear. Finally, desperation overtook her she rang again, “Mr Green please…”. Oh Billy I'm gonna cum again!!! Of fuck YES!!!!!!!!" Her legs clamped together tightly, trapping his hand between her legs and she spasmed with sexual pleasure. She lay there enjoying the euphoria then rolled over on Billy's lap and sucked his cock back into her mouth. It was time for Billy to cum too!She held his shaft with three fingers and her thumb and began to bob her head up and down on Billy's cock. She loved the way the ridge felt sliding in and out over her lips and she teased the tip. He waited as Catherine looked around then got in the truck with a sigh. He had never had a real conversation, but it occurred to Chris what Catherine might have gone through. In the case report, she had been the key witness to her own mother’s brutal murder. Her testimony was the only thing that sent her father to prison for the rest of his sorry life. Wait, if she was seventeen at the time, and it had only been two years…..that meant he was driving a nineteen year old across the damn country.. He felt a swell of pride as he wiped at his cheek, leaving a smudge but unaware. He ruffled a boy’s hair as he put his hands on his hips and the boy looked up at him. Really, most of them were men, not boys. But they were all so young, less than 25 years old, most of them. Except for Riley who was his oldest friend and hired most of the boys. After an hour, Riley was galloping back, bent low behind the mare’s neck to gain more speed and Braxton frowned in a little confusion. The redhead knew.