Draga could tell immediately that the muscles in her legs were not happy with the state of things. And her lower back felt like the muscles were on th... edge of locking up even though her pack had grown even lighter as they emptied the water bladder. Once out on the shoulder of the highway she paused to stretch, whimpering a bit overdramatically. ‘Oh, come on.’ she thought pitifully. ‘Even my ass is sore. Literally.’ Warren, bringing up the rear as usual, came up to ask if she was alright.. She didn't want to leave. Then she drags me to a dark part of the bar in the back of the venue. "Order us a drink, and don't move"Next thing she ducks under the bar, and she is unbuttoning my jeans. I feel her warm lips wrap around my flacid cock, and immediately I spring to life! A few minutes later the bartender is asking what I want. Trying to act like nothing is happening while keeping my pants from dropping to my ankles and order and pay for drinks was a insane! It doesn't take me long. The next morning the group breakfasted on field rations again since they had not had the chance to obtain any other food yet. Mev, Zira, Sheila, and Kathleen made up backpacks of the things they needed to take with them on their trip into the nearby town. Mev buckled on his sword which was the only obvious weapon they were taking with them, though of course on this planet the High Lords had little need for weapons at all. But strangely, considering that the planet's inhabitants used repeating. ’ I began, cautiously, ‘I overheard you and Catherine talking this morning.’ ‘I figured..’ was her reply. ‘If you ever want to talk – about your husband, or.. anything – I’m here. And, hey, I might even have some insight into the male pysche.’ I laughed as I delivered the last part of this, trying to lighten it up a little. ‘Thanks.’ She smiled. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ With that she walked away, leaving my heart racing. I made my copies and returned to my desk, a little dejected. I wasn’t.