The moaning continued, muffled through the wall. I swallowed hard, and felt tears well at the corners of my eyes. It had to be Saralinda and Malia, an... while I knew I had no right to be jealous, ... Well, I was alone in bed, and overtired. And, darn-it, I felt empty and abandoned.The noises next door quieted down, and maybe I fell asleep again. I half-awoke to the sound of giggling and doors closing, and again when I felt Saralinda climb into bed behind me. She snuggled close, kissed my. I figured in my head as I followed the faster traffic, that if we made good time, we’d be in Miami around 8:00.When we passed through Waco, I heard Valeria and Victoria yelling.I looked in the rearview mirror and saw them both mooning as we crossed the Brazos, which was near where they were when we picked them up, close to two weeks ago.When I saw the signs for 35W splitting off to the left, south of Ft. Worth, I knew we were making really good time. There was 200 miles to Oklahoma City and. I must admit the final one made even me nervous for Sylvia. They looked like a row of perverted Russian dolls. A sex-toy babushka.Her final pick from the box was thankfully not some monster plug but a squeezy bottle of lube. She held that and the first plug, the smallest, up before the girl’s frightened face. I saw her blanche and shiver. I guessed that her bottom was not something she was used to being violated. I also knew that not only would be but that she had no choice in the matter.. I am not sure of what she would think if she knew what happened yesterday. I thought maybe we could put her in the same situation and see what happens. “MMM, Really?! She is a real hottie. That could be a lot of fun.”“So you are interested?”“Yes, of course….This may turn out to be the best job in the world.”At about 4:30pm my wife showed up. She was in a good mood and had been shopping. She carried in a couple of bags with her thinking they would be nice to change into for some photos. Ashley.