Ryan was sitting behind a monitor which was showing a close up of Allison's eyes."OK, she's set. We can begin," Becky announced, as she got up and mov...d over by Ryan to watch the proceedings with him.Allison was very uncomfortable. Not only were her eyes taped open so she couldn't blink, but she was also in enforced isolation, disconnected from everyone. Although there were three people in the room, Ryan and Becky were both focused on their tasks, and Allison wasn't allowed to communicate with. In addition to all the passing, there were times of extended side by side exposure on the desolate freeway.Aaron was hard as a rock. The stranger in the truck matched him.Robin was surprised and slightly appalled that she was reacting as she was. Now, those tiny sparks permeating her body and soul wasn't being caused by her exploring fingers. It was a result of admiring eyes!Back to earth."I'm hungry."That announcement from the back brought everything to real life. Caught in their sexual game,. The boy was in the company of Walter Simpson, an old man.Mr. Simpson was a longtime fan of the Double-A baseball club known as the Birmingham Barons. He knew the players, and they knew him. Years earlier, when the boy had been only three and four years old, Walter Simpson and his wife had cared for him in their home, while the boy's mother worked as a waitress. It was a commercial child-care arrangement that, over time, had become much more. The old man and his wife still thought of the boy as. I could feel the desire beginning to rise within me. I was excited and yet fearful because Charlene had told me he hit much harder than Charlie and my bottom was already very sore. This did not prevent my pussy becoming wetter with anticipation for what might follow. My master is correct; "I am a right slut," I thought with a smile."Well! Well!" Lucinda, "It is payback time. You were a right 'agent provoquer'. It is your planning and scheming which lies behind a lot of what's happening within.