You follow and we travel about 5 miles into the desert. Over a couple of high hills and pass some impressive canyons and bluffs.We turn a corner and y...u see a 40 foot motor home parked near some ugly stunted trees.I stop the bike, lean it against the motorcycle trailer and indicate for you to park nearby.You sit in your car beating yourself up for being so crazy as to follow your rapist into the deep desert. I walk over to your door. Hold out my hand to you.Still scared to death you open the. Then she unlinked me from the tower and took me into another room. This one was smaller, but more crowded than the previous one. Setting me on all fours, and without a word, she went to sit on an armchair a few paces away; all of this time her eyes never lost contact with mine. I felt hands touching me everywhere and a man stood in front of me, putting his big cock into my mouth. As I started pumping, letting him go deeper and deeper into my throat, I managed to take it all inside my mouth.. Iknew Chrissy was showing off her nails and telling her friends that Ihad done them for her. One of the girls (I don't remember her name) gotmy attention, looked me in the eye, held her nails in front of her face,and blew on them, as if she were trying to dry her polish. OMG!Chrissy had not only told them about my doing her nails, she also toldthem how she had me on my knees, blowing on her newly painted toes. Iwas doomed!When she was finally ready to leave O.Js to do some real. There must be a button somewhere I can push that will turn my mind off. Just let me feel, just let me feel. The wave of sadness that drew her from Grant’s side was not ebbing in the early morning breeze as she had hoped. Scenes from the previous night’s love making insisted on flashing through her mind – his fingers wrapped in her hair, his lips on the nape of her neck, his long legs tangled with hers. She opened her eyes and stared into beautiful scene before her. She concentrated on the.