Not a happy person. “I’m sorry, Richard,” she said, huskily and with a catch in her voice. “I very nearly didn’t come here today. Sorry, I c...n’t stay, I’m not feeling right. I’m not well.” I reached out and took hold of her hand which was still on the steering wheel. It was soft but clammy. “What’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing the cold back of her hand. She sighed, deeply and noisily, and turned again to look straight ahead. Then she shook her head, oscillating her golden hoops. “There’s no easy. Even worse, my waist was bare and there was a stiff shaft pointed up at the tight little opening. "Now just relax Stephenie," I heard Peter talk to me through speakers of the television set. "Before we start with the serious fucking, I need to widen you out. I'm going to start fucking you with a nice, slow penetration. If you think I am too big for your tight little twat, just say so and I'll stop."The camera filmed me from the side and showed everything. Peter had set it on the kitchen counter. ....the Bullsperm she was taking everyday finally made its way up through her cervix and into her womb and one sperm worked its way into one of her new fertile eggs and the fuck slut truck-stop whore was preggers.Far from slowing the slut down, Helen now started to hit on the customers through the bowsers and within a week guys were coming to the truckstop from Leongatha, Inverloch and Korrumburra to get into the latest whore at the truckstop.Her boss was also fucking the young slut by now and. " Brrrr. Look, Ron," Skeffler emphasized his name. "You can offer yourresignation anytime. Of course you know what that means. The onlyfuture you have in the Navy is to complete this assignment. So, do youprefer to be called Ronald or Ron?" Ron, ma'am," he replied, surly."That's better. ... Slightly. My first name is Virginia. You willcall me Virginia, not "ma'am. Not Ginny, not Ms. Skeffler, not Lt.Skeffler, not Lieutenant. When you are introduced to the DeLanceys,you will meet Dame.