At the same time, he knew if he tried to focus on ways to free Melinda, it would distract him from the greater goal. Yet his voice was strained when h... voiced his thoughts. "No, we don't mess with people that have gone over already. Just the ones that haven't finished it. But I think she won't be taking any today, if the pattern from last week holds up."The two girls nodded. "So what do we do today?" asked Cassie."Well, we have to watch anyway for who goes to see Nyssa just in case. But we. ..so he I am...high as kite, laying in this silo that is completely dark...you can't even see your hand in front of your face....with some 40 year old guy I didn't know that well. As I laid there we really weren't talking much ...we had agreed to just hang out and wait for the guys to get back...as we're laying there I'm high as hell enjoying my buzz and I feel his hand on my leg. It's not moving or I don't think it is...or is it?....its is moving so slow I can barely feel it move...but I can. This is your work uniform. Put it on".The coverall had a zipper from the crotch to the collar, she opened it and stepped inside, she pulled the garment up and it was very tight, it showed all her legs to mid buttock and the little fabric between her legs was so narrow that cut her pussy lips. She managed to pass her arms thru the holes were the slaves had been but it increased the pressure in her pussy. She pulled the zipper up but only managed to raise it to 4" above her navel, the fabric only. Anyway, once he leans over he must have noticed that I had my hands in my lap trying to cover myself. Completely unfazed he leans into my car, grabs my dick, and begins playing with it. I'm like, "shit...I guess he like playing with dicks." So I let him. It felt good. His hands were a little rough but the sensation inside of me felt tingly, bubbly and euphoric. I thought to myself, "This guy is trying to help make me feel good."Suddenly, he pulls away. Unlocks my car door and opens it. Next.