Her small black socks stayed on as he mounted atop her.They kissed. Again. He brushed her thick bangs from her face. She reached around her thigh. He ...aised his hips. She aimed his cock. They both groaned.“You are wet as fuck,” he smirked.“Yeah, since we first left The Hall,” she panted. “Fuck me.”He was a man who could follow instructions. She grabbed his right hand and they laced their fingers. Eye to eye, he thrusted and she heeled kicked the bed to meet him.“Oh, sugah...” Her accent became. Or at home, waiting.We cruised up the central portion of the interstate system on I-40, I-35, I-44, I-80, and I-94. It would have been nice to stop in St. Louis or Chicago or even Oklahoma City, all cities we had to drive thru ... well, around, actually ... but we had an evil-doer to kill. This guy was a real bad guy. He bought young girls to keep as sex slaves, he sold weapons to the underworld, and to Mexican cartels. That was just the short list of things we knew of. He was going to get his,. He was heavier than I had anticipated but it felt very good. Percy’s arms now became like huge clamps on either side of me with his huge hands cradling my head. Once more, a leisurely kissing session got underway. I was also aware of his knob as he gently began to rub it up against me.After what seemed like an age he got up and retrieved a tube from a trouser pocket. “When it comes to the best lubrication the men in my family know what we are talking about,” he informed me. Percy then asked me. "Bert shrugged. "I talked to her a little this morning. She was surprised anyone would want to use her sexually. I told her I was next in line after Steve. I'm not sure she believed me, though."Lunch arrived and was consumed. Bert left with Mirosa, and Sam arrived with Martina. Sam would be working with Andy Downs, and Andrew would be in later to take over from the RSM.Dusty escorted Martina and Millicent to the kitchen with the trolley and left them there, before going off duty himself,.