You know what else is true?” Sandy asked Julian with a hint of mischief in her eyes.“What would that be, sugar plum?” Julian used one of many pe... names for his first ever slut-slave, a woman whose utter thralldom to him had set things in motion.“I need that cock of yours up my ass, pretty please! You know that I’m hooked on sodomy, especially with you, and I also want my cunt fucked good, so I can have your baby! Face it, Master, you’re stuck with me. You broke me, you bought me!” Sandy teased. She and Ronnie had two deliveries to make. One was a big load of cow corn to a farm about an hour north, and the other, hay, to a barn close to Flagstone. They started with the longer trip first. Ronnie was driving and Cora was bored. She tried to listen to the music but she still wasn’t entertained. She had plenty of room to lay down on the seat of the truck, as long as her knees were folded up. She lay on her back and counted the bumps they went over in the road. After a half an hour she sat. We would sneak some rum and coke. Clay laughed when I handed him the bottle. Dee looked great. She had on a low cut blouse and tight shorts. I nearly got a hard-on when she hugged me. Dee worked in one of the local offices. She had only been home about an hour and didn’t have time to cook so we ordered in a couple of pizzas. It was so good to see my old friends. They told me how they met and ended up together. I told them a lot about my life in the service. They didn’t want to hear about the. In the morning, she awoke. Martin already had risen, and the bedcovers on his side lay thrown back in disarray. At once the image of the bikini popped back into her head. It was time to get up and get ready for her adventure. She threw back her own covers and swung her slim legs over the side of the bed. They were bare under the loose-fitting t-shirt and thread-bare, white cotton panties she had worn to bed. The air in the bedroom was cool. She saw herself reflected in a full-length mirror on.