" My fingers moved deeper into her pussy, stroking deep and slow, I could feel how wet she was, smell her scent. I knew I couldn't leave her. Laura ar...hed back and moved herself onto my hand harder and deeper... and said in the barest whisper," I want you to fuck me deep and hard." I kept moving my fingers in and out of her, my cock rigid. My need as great as hers. " Tell me how " I said..." NOW." Desperately Laura cried out, " I want your cock in me, I want you to fuck me hard and make me. We just want to do our own thing and go West. We’re no threat to your little tin-pot kingdom, okay? There is absolutely no reason to chase us,” Bill insisted.“That’s not gonna work for me, Duckman. You got you some ladies with ya, and that means you’re coming in. Capice? Ladies and probably guns, too, both of which we want. So, if you know what’s good for ya, you’ll turn yourselves in, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get to fuck the women once a month, if you don’t mind some blood on your pricks!”. Those first few weeks was hard for her to keep honest to the training schedule, so her trainer would accompany her, but now she was actually enjoying those morning runs in the woods around her neighborhood.This was a quiet neighborhood along some high mountain forest that was open to anybody who wanted to use it. Occasionally she would even see some wildlife during her jogs. Deer, coyotes, she even saw a few mountain goats that came down to graze in the woods. But normally she would pass by. “Yeah, let’s get this over with.”“Good boy. For spring break we’re going somewhere warm where we can take advantage of this. How does the Caribbean sound?”“Better than this,” I agreed. “Okay, deal.”We loaded everything up and followed everyone to a farm near the highway. In the Midwest, the land is flat. To put in a bridge, they need soil to build the ramps to raise the road. Instead of hauling in dirt, they would make a deal with a farmer to put in what’s called a ‘borrow pit.’ They dug out.