‘Tobacco alley’, that was what she said on the phone. For a moment, he wished he smoked. It might give him insight, or least something to occupy h...s hands while his mind raced. Honor and duty, he had been raised with that, it was ingrained in him. Do the right thing. All his life he had followed that creed, and usually at a cost to him. He looked down at her picture, her eyes, the face he loved, but had never touched. Again, he stared at the words. An open invitation. An invitation for. I want you to watch me rub my frenulum with two fingers and squeeze drops of precum out. Want to watch me taste it? Yeah? Do you like my tongue tasting my precum? Does that turn you on as much as it arouses me to think that it is your mouth? Mmm. It tastes so good. Sweet.Can you see me caressing my balls? No, because you aren’t watching. But I’m squeezing them and rolling them around in my hand. That causes me to leak even more, enough lube to not even need the coconut oil for once. My fist. The day is nice, and she couldn’t have planned for one nicer. The sun shines on her face, warming her. Page’s plan is simple. She thought of just stumbling in on the farm, but decided against it because she felt it would be a little suspicious. Instead she would just wander the woods like a city person enjoying the countryside. If she was found and caught by one of the farm’s workers, then that wouldn’t look suspicious.Page spends about half the day wandering around and backtracking. She didn’t. She was now the kind of woman who grasped the bull by the horns and met life’s challenges. When her father had lost her job, wild thoughts went through her mind. She became a high-class call girl — for women only. There had been some interesting bumps in the rode, but she had weathered every storm. She had been like that as a child. When her mother left, Vickie cried for a week and then picked up the pieces. She stopped calling herself Val or Valentina and insisted on using her middle name,.