The farm had a vast barn, unusedexcept as hay storage. I never saw anyone enter it, but I went in regularly.It was gorgeous and romantic in there, a g...gantic open room with light streamingthrough spaces in the board sides. Massive, exposed beams, horizontals andverticals, divided the space in regular patterns. Exposed beams have alwaysexcited me, because I can imagine my body, or someone else's, tied to them.The barn was built on a slope, and underneath it on one side was a long, lowchamber. He then took the tablet and smashed it to pieces, doing what he always did to keep his tracks covered.The man opened up the data files and went over what he’d been given about every member of the Darkstrider crew. He also went over the supposed layout of the Darkstrider itself and its possible security measures. A detailed scan would have been preferred, but these two men, whoever they were, hadn’t gone that route. He knew that members of the Collective didn’t advertise who they were and what. Becky pulled her slobber-coated tit loose and clamped her cunt down on his arm. She rocked, masturbating herself vigorously. They had the house to themselves right now. The girls had arrived home with the tomato plants they'd been sent for, and Jenny was in the field setting them out. She'd told the girls to say goodbye to Nick because he'd be on the bus out of Rocksburg in the evening.Jesus, Becky thought, shivering a little despite the heat build-up that centered in her pussy and enlivened. So Morgan offers them a lift and the girls get in. A half hour later, they return. Morgan helps the girls by putting the gas in their car. He finishes filling the car and turns to the girls, and tells them that should be fine to get to the gas station and fill up completely. The girls ask him if they owe him anything for the service, he answers no. The girls insist on repaying him for his good deed, and Morgan insist that it's not necessary. Kelly and Melanie come up wth a plan to lure him to.