Don’t go too fast though. Once you get out of town, the asphalt stops and you’re driving on crushed stone.”“And the site?”“Turn right. We�...�re basically on the other side of the island.” She nodded in understanding and started up the Land Rover. A few minutes later they had left the town and were rolling along on the crushed stone ‘highway.’ Still, she thought the road was in better shape than could be expected at a lot of dig sites; she’d have to see about conditions when they left the main. "When we get home, can I spend the night with you?" Emily asked timidly as we waited for the limo."So long as you behave," I replied, pointedly leering at her rock hard nipples. "I guess you can share my bed, but you better be good!"With a squeal of glee, Emily practically glued herself to my side. Just then Chad arrived. I couldn't stop smiling at her antics as we struggled to simultaneously climb into the limo.'This might just be a fun week after all, ' I thought as we headed back to the. Sarah didn't seem to notice anything wrong whenEmily broke off from her and headed for the men's room. Thankful forthat, Emily went in and found her locker.When she tried to open it, though, her key wouldn't fit. It took her amoment to figure out why, but as she sat there she realized that was thelocker she had opened when she was still Ross Emerson. Of course her keywouldn't fit that locker. That life belonged to someone else, at leastfor the two weeks.Instinctively, Emily moved over to the. She loved it rough even to the point of being bound or abused. She had that submissive aspect ingrained in her from c***dhood. Turned out she was a Muslim and maybe, I thought, the slave-master thing was a part of her culture. By going to a “gloryhole” nearby and sucking men off through a hole in the wall, while she remained hidden, she received some sort of power over men like this. But the opposite end of that spectrum was when she would go out at night “Dogging”.. blowing strangers, being.