“Whew,” Luke says, exiting the closet. His cock is still hard as he hopes to resume where they left off.Seeing his erection, Candace frowns. “I�...�ve got to get my work done, and then we can get the fuck out of here.”“You don’t want to finish?” he asks in one last attempt that she may consider it.“You got me all worked up,” she answers him. “But I’ve really got to get this done or I’ll never finish it. With you, one thing leads to another and another and...”Luke chuckles. “I get it. I’ll. " Hi, neighbor," she smiled, "I'm from Amherst." It was a town about the same size as Wychbold's 2500 people, perhaps thirty miles to the west."Another touch of home," he laughed. "I spent my first month or so down here working with an Amish crew from Shipshewana."They sat exchanging hometown details for a while. It turned out that while she called Amherst home, she really didn't live there much. "Base out of there" would be a better term -- she left stuff at her widowed mother's house when she. After attempting to sandwich her hoody in the corner as a cushion had failed she gave up and leant back against the seat and closed her eyes. With the noise, and no support for her neck she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she could at least let her mind wander for a while and reach that daze like bus journey 'semi sleep'.It didn't take very long for her to start thinking about the email. With her eyes closed, her other senses came into focus, and as her mind searched for comfort on this long. I had a flash, it was like the one I had on my dog’s collar. It was a GPS tracking device. ‘Christy, where did you get that chain around your neck?’ ‘Tony gave it to me. He had it put on me and told me that I was never to take it off.’ ‘Let me see it,’ I said and stepped over to Christy. I turned her around and pulled the necklace up so I could inspect it. It was a solid chain with no clasp. Reaching into the sheath on my belt I pulled out my trusty Leatherman. Opening up the pliers I used the.