Her ass and pussy were clenching, rocking forward and back, as she milked my cock expertly. I could feel the warm wet cream dripping from her pussy an... running onto my balls. I told her I had to taste her:"Let me taste your sweet hot pussy, baby!" She smiled, because now it was her turn to give me exactly what I wanted. I watched in amazement as she crawled off me, almost making me shoot my load as I felt my cock sliding out of the smooth velvet grip of her pussy. She kissed me gently on the. Nothing was thrown away on the Barrows' farm. If it worked and was in good shape, it was stored. If needed, it was fixed. Then it was stored, ready for use, or ready for a museum, whichever the case might be.There were old buildings and new ones. The new ones had been added in the last ten years or so.One of the oldest was a platform that was up in a huge oak, which was partway down the hill. It had been used as a 'tree house' for play, when the kids were smaller. Now it was used to keep watch.. Mr. Berto's eyes followed them; he nodded, understanding the implications of their lines of fire."I have a offer for you, Mr. Wild," Alyssa's father said."One that I can't refuse?" I asked with a smile.He blinked. "This situation isn't one for humor." Do you see that woman over there?" I said, nodding to Lieutenant Jones. "Right now, she is wondering if you are the last straw." The last straw?" Comparatively, there aren't a lot of CAP nines. Seventy five out of a thousand sponsors if we could. I was going to have to get used to having her in my room. I'd put my boxers back on but still felt exposed. Tara startled me out of my drowsiness with a scream as she backed away from my bag.Did something crawl in there while we were traveling?I didn't want to move but figured that I would need to kill whatever it was that scared the girl. "What is it, did something crawl into my bag?" Master, there is blood all over your clothes!" She cringed in the corner trying to get away from my blood.