If I got sleepy, I’d grab a room in Livingston or Bozeman. Both towns had decent motels — I’d noted that on the drive to Billings.I’ll make ti...e in Helena to overnight my contraband — BlingSting, lock pick, booty from under Wexler’s mattress — to KC. Especially those Polaroids — I wouldn’t want airport security to think someone as hot as I am ... never mind.Leaving, even this late at night, was prudent on my part. It might be days before Wexler discovers the missing stash. Or, it might be. Angie had grown to enjoy her life, delivering coffee in the morning to Gregor in her uniform and tottering on 6 inch heels. She would then give her boss (owner) a hummer under his desk and then was off to the lounge for the morning fuck break for the other employees. Angie would be fucked by 2 or 3 men, 1 in her cunt and 1 in her ass, and then either a cock in her mouth or her face in a cunt and sucking a female employee's pussy. The employees in the big office had staggered fuck breaks so. He kept the knife where he could see it. Keith was well-muscled and a lot heavier than the teenager; he would be a fool to try anything. Keith kissed the small of the kid’s back, enjoying the smell of the crushed grass mingled with his victim’s sweat. He moved down and licked along the base of the young man’s thighs. He spread his legs a little more and bent his back to let Keith’s tongue slide in to gently stroke his ass. As soon as he was wet enough, Keith sat over his legs and leant forwards. “Yes that’s it Mike, do it, come for me. I want to see you come,” she breathed. That was all I could take, the sound of her voice begging me to come pushed me over the edge. Hazel squealed with delight and leant closer for a better view just as I shot my load. Wad after wad of my come spurted out of the tip of my cock, some even landing on her breasts and trickling down the valley between them. When my climax subsided, I sank back on the couch gasping for breath. “Good God Hazel. I haven’t come.