The delivery-man was now masturbating openly, and he could tell that she was going to have orgasm. He had watched a lot of porn, but nothing like this... And he had forgotten he was in someone's home, and his truck was in the street, motor running.He did recall seeing her panties. And he slinked back to the stairs and grabbed them. Back at her door, he leaned on the doorframe and wrapped the lacy fabric around his cock and, as men say, jerked himself madly. Lori was lost in her daydreams and her. "I know I love you. I think you at least until recently loved me. I know I've been a pain in the butt lately. Now I am worried that you think I am completely unsuited for life together in the Confederacy."I know I don't deserve to expect it. I have no doubt you will be picked up. Please tell me that if you and I are together when you are picked up, that you will consider taking me with you."I said, "Jill, there are a lot of things for me to think about when it comes to who I'd take. There are a. Once I am dressed in the items you pull out my D size boobs and glue them on. Then you put a very thin white top on me. You grab a backpack and say, "let's go."Out the door we go to the car. Once there you reach into your backpack and pull out a blindfold. "Put this on!" You start driving for what seems like about an hour before we stop. I hear you get out, then I hear my door open. You reach in and help me out to my feet. You lead me down a sidewalk and down some stairs. I hear a door. After all he did to me deserve it. Days? I have been alone, shaping the flat rock into a makeshift spade. I keep hearing them walking around or I think it’s them so I stop, cover it with leaves, the once beautiful fall leaves. I have became obsessed with escaping, I only eat when I have to, berries that is all nothing more, I feel weak, the water from the little creek (that is a good ways away), and is murky, it can not be good for me .so I pry myself away from my escape I cover my hole.