If he told her to drop to her knees and act like a dog, she would. She felt his breath on her neck, hot and teasing. Her hips had a mind of their own ...s she slowly grinded against his crotch. “You want this,” he teased, reaching with his free hand to the hem of her denim shirt. His calloused hand slid beneath the fabric and up her stomach. Goose bumps bubbled along her skin at his touch. A whimper let out of her lips. “It’s written all over your face.” Leah refused to nod or shake her head, she. I was keep dressedmost of the time in hose and heels with short skirts. My makeup was on atall times and I had to keep my lipstick perfect at all times. Our campwas really a horse trailer with living quarters in it. This is my wife'sMarriott on wheals. Not your typical trailer. It was complete with abathroom with a shower, sink, toilet and all of the amentias that youcould need. It has a queen size bed and closets. A kitchen with a sink,stove, refrigerator and a dining room table. It has a. ”The mother, Tate, hissed, “Not much left of it after the board got their way when he died. It was mine, and they took it out from under me.”“That is some of what I want to talk about, but first, the group that brought your daughter in, are they worth a shit?” I asked.“Yes and no,” Tate said. “They used to be, but that was many years ago. My father had them train their replacements and the kids coming out of college. When he died, the board threatened to file for bankruptcy if any of them. “Who are you?”, I asked. “You don’t seem to be from here!”The woman threw an unimpressed look at me before replying, “I am not from around here, Mr. Goliath. I believe the term is ‘guest’. I am a guest on your planet.”I shrugged, trying to hide my fear behind false bravado as I said, “You seem to an uninvited guest.”“Maybe. But I believe I won’t be a guest much longer. After all, this is to be my home pretty soon.”I acted puzzled as I asked, “What do you mean?”She started moving towards me as.