It’s not like she’s seventy, so she’s not a total freak of nature. She’s not necessarily one of those medical miracles. She might still be ......salvageable, if you ask me. I’d like to do that for you ... and for her. She’s clearly an asset to the Confederacy and I’d love to help her out, and thus help you out. It’s a favor, if you will, and then you’ll owe me one,” she winked at me on that.“What favor would that be?” I knew the answer, but I wanted her to say it ... I still had an ego to. I gasped, as only a girl could, feeling her pussy was stretched and invaded, ‘Do you plan to fuck me with your cock’? I looked down at him as he looked up at me, and feeling his thumb circle the crinkly skin of my anus. he answered my question with a determined, ‘Yes’, his voice was thicker than the juice in his old ball sac, ‘in here’, he continued as my eyes closed to visualize his thumb seeking my back-door, and he emphasized his intention with a f***eful thrust of both his fingers inside my. “Becky, try it on. Now. I want to see how it looks on you.”I knew there was no point in delaying this. It was my job to do what Dad wanted. I was embarrassed to show him my body, but I knew he was going to see it anyway. Resisting him would only make the beating more severe. “May I change in the bathroom?” I asked.He sighed. A tiny bit of the anger seemed to fade from his eyes. “Just be quick about it.”I grabbed the negligee from my bureau and ran out my bedroom door. Mom's snoring. I flagged the big truck down, noting the California plates on the rig. It was a moving van with one of those big trucker cabs that doubles as a rolling condo. "What's up buddy?" the driver enquired, staring down from his massive rig."Threw a belt," I replied disgustedly. "Could you give me a ride to the next town?" I hate the idea of hitchhiking, especially with all the freaks around these days, but I was shit out of options."Sure, climb up." My name's Will," I offered, extending my hand to the.