"No way, Ms. Walker, if you'resuggesting what I think you are, there's no way! I'm not wearing anystupid panties! Forget it! I'm no stinkin' sissy!... Billy, Billy, Billy. I thought we discussed this. You do everything Isay, or I call the police." Ms. Walker picked up the phone and starteddialing.Billy leapt from his seat. "No, Ms. Walker! I-I'm sorry! I won't dothat again. Please, give me another chance! Please."Pausing, Ms Walker turned to Billy and intoned coldly, "That was yourlast. She said she kept them to masturbate to when you weren't there, but that I was welcome to them since she had no further use for them. You have no idea how upset I was when I saw those pictures. Had you been home I probably would have clawed your eyes out, but you were on a trip to Salt Lake City (Shirley, right?) and I had time to calm down and think about things. When I was done thinking I did a really bad thing. I raided the k**'s college fund for money to hire a private detective. You have. The clearance under the car was higher than the monk’s car. The large tires with their thick jagged treads were capable of driving over sticks and stones, through mud and snow, if necessary. A front bumper guard was slightly dented and scratched, signs that the vehicle was used to overcome barriers. Over all, it was a rugged, mean machine.Clark was no mechanic, but could tell that the engine was free of complex electronic components and had therefore survived the EMP strike. The transmission. It didn’t matter that I wanted to reach between my legs and rub my pussy. It didn’t matter that it hurt having that cock pushed so far into my mouth. It didn’t matter that I was mad or that I didn’t want this. It was as if the physical connection between the hard cock and my mouth rewired me, made me ready for sex no matter what my mind thought. My pussy was tingling and crying for attention just like it did when I was willingly blowing Billy or David. With one big difference. When I gave.