Unhone btaya ki unko thoda kaam aa gya h or wo 2 hours baad aayenge ussi jagah. Maine socha ab 2 gnte kya krun to socha kuch der to uncle ke pass he b...ith jata hun or m wahi jaker baith gya ab uncle bhi krib aa gye or mere shoulder pe se hath rkhliya or baat krne lage.Unhone kaha ki gf ka phone tha kya jo uthkr chale gye the. Maine kaha nhi aisa kuch nhi h.Uncle: acha to kaisa hMe: uncleji meri to koi gf he nhi hUncle: kyun itne ache or sweet ho to phir kyun nhi.Ab inhe kaise btaun ki muje ldke. As I left the last little town I saw a person, who I first took as a guy, standing beside the road hitching. I pulled over and told the person to throw their backpack in the rear and come up front. when the person jumped in the front I found out it was a girl, about 18 years old, with wet brown hair. She thanked me for the lift and asked how far I was going. I told her only to the next town. She was pleased with my answer and we started on our way.We got only halfway when the road became very. I took his cock into my mouth gradually; easing inch after inch into my mouth.I started slowly, allowing my jaw to get used to his large member. I caressed his cock with my tongue as sucked. I picked up the pace, as I slammed his cock downmy throat. I gagged and tears streamed down my face.I heared him grunting.He took my head into his hands,an began thrusting his cock into my mouth. I struggled against his grip; my lungs neededair, but the more I pulled away,the more he shoved himself into me.. The whole setup was so demeaning.I had a clear view of the cells across from me as the egg moving to from one cell to the next. The captives fought the attacks, but the results were always the same. As for me I was on a forced regiment of forced millings and feedings. I tried to start a hunger strike, but when I refused to mount the hated feeding/milking machine a voice came over the speaker telling me that my noncompliance was not an option. My pain collar started a sequence of increasing.