I don’t know what it is they are looking for. Everything around here is abandoned, which is why I am here. Their motorcycle engines reverberate off ...he hills, making it sound like they are everywhere. I keep my eye on the little dirt road, which snakes its way up the hill to my little plot. The noise fades away with the gangs. They didn’t even take a look at my little road. I am free to continue my life safe. The next day I heard something I though I’d never hear again. It was the roar of a. ”“Did you like it?” I asked smiling.“I did. Go see what you can do to bring my cock back to life.”I moved between his legs, stuck my ass in the air and fondled his limp dick. It took forever to get it to a state remotely close to being hard. As soon as it reached that I stuck it in my mouth. Not even my mouth could get him hard again. The moment he realized this he said, “I don’t think it’s going to happen again today.”I smiled and said, “Maybe next time.”“That’s what I wanted to hear.”He got. The guys did kid around about me living in the pink room. Thankfullythey found some paint and let me add a more masculine color.Unfortunately, what I thought would be a Navy blue had to be watered downso much that it ended up between a teal and a cyan. The guys broke outlaughing saying that it now looked like a room fit for the snow queen.It even earned me the occasional nickname Elsa.I had hoped that living down in the frozen wastes at the bottom of theworld would make laundry a little. The week that I had actually dreaded was turning into a phantasmagorical episode in my existence. Elated, I finally drifted off.The following morning as I awoke Giuseppe was looking at me. Somewhat self-consciously, I arose and announced that I needed a piss.“I’ll join you in a moment,” he replied.As I was terminating my morning pee Giuseppe entered the bathroom. His dick was still semi erect as he walked in, and once more my eyes almost spun in my head with excitement. Asking him if I should.