Today I contented myself with a firm cheek grasp and a lift so Rose walked the last ten feet on her toes. At the bed it was sort of the standard, a st...ndard I never tired of; on her knees holding my dick about two inches from her mouth, almost as a microphone."How old's that cock in your hands?" Fifteen sir?" And how old is your shitty ass?'By now she knew the routine, "Oh sir, I'm 38 years old and I'm so privileged to be allowed to touch such a beautiful cock like this. May I kiss it? I swear. I started to be scared, thinking those men were going to fuck me inside that room and nobody could help me…"Get against the wall, bitch" The older guard ordered me. The look on his face was so cruel and hard that I had to turn away from his gaze. "Why?" I pleaded, trying to be defiant to both men."We're going to search you, bitch" He just grunted. "That's why..." "You can't do that… And stop calling me a bitch" I protested. "Looks like we got a tough bitch here, man" The older guard grunted. We left in the morning on a pretty day. We were the family except for Charlie and the Harold's except for Andy. It was a smooth flight. Robby and Bennie brought us in for a landing on the airport's main runway. It was a little bumpy from the strip not being maintained but was quite useable by the Duck. We even found useable jet fuel for our monster. We wanted to know where we could find fuel available up here. We would gas up here on the way out and on the way back. From our measurements, there. We pulled into the back of the rest area, where the trucks parked and went to a corner of the lot where there was noone parked. He slid into a parking place and the truck parked beside us, blocking our car off from the rest area. He told me to wait in the car, and I sat there making little circles on my clit with my finger in anticipation of what was to come as he got out. Hubby walked to the front of the car as they got out of the cab, walking back to him, shaking his hand and talking. They.