So I started to stroke faster, she started to moan, and I heard her say, take it off. So I took off the sheet and stroke it. She started saying, Oh ba...y, oh baby. I’m stroking it fast and she is rubbing it fast. She said, I’m cumming, oh shit, I’m cumming. Then she let out an orgasm, not very loud. I continue to play with myself, knowing that Dawn is watching. I heard ask if I need some help. I whisper that I was almost there. She got up and came over to me, with her shirt and bra up and no. She marveled at how desolate the area looked and how isolated she felt from everything. She’d passed through several towns only to find herself back out in the desert-like environment quickly. She hated the desert. So dry, desolate and….brown. Patches of green could be seen but even the greens seemed dull. No trees or rather nothing you would want to call a tree. Just sand and brush and brown. She’d rounded a long curve when her car started acting up. The little red Mazda’s temp gauge. What they didn't know was that my client's raw material was a waste product generated in the production of a best-selling antibiotic. While they paid for their raw materials, my client was paid five dollars a ton to take his, with the antibiotic's manufacturer paying for transportation besides!"By the way, the pharma company thought it was getting a great deal, too. Before my client came along they had to pay twenty to twenty-five dollars a ton, plus transportation, to get rid of the stuff.. The rhythm of the music is slow, and we follow it well. My arms are wrapped loosely around your back……my fingertips dancing to the movements of the muscles in your back….I feel you take a breath of my hair, and perfume, and your fingers twirl in the strands that fall down from my shoulders. It’s a tender, innocent moment. When the song ended, I reached up to you, and gave you a kiss, lightly just to the side of your lips. I thanked you, and as it was chilling, we returned to my house. As is.