He was wearing a tank top, shorts and sandals. How handsome he looked, so tall and well built, without an ounce of fat on him. His hair was long and t...ed back. He ran up to me, swept me off my feet and gave me a big hug. I missed my baby so much. I was glad to have him home again. We collected his bags and drove home.He took his bags to his room and unpacked. I told him I would have lunch ready to eat as soon as he finished. I made sandwiches and a small salad. He walked into the kitchen nude.. It really makes no difference how or if your respond. You have no choice when someone yells, “Open your fucking mouth!” and slaps your face with their hand.A different cock is shoved in your face. Someone is behind you, forcing you down on it, holding your head so that you can’t escape the meat that’s violating your throat. Someone slaps your tits. Someone has their hand between your thighs, feeling your labia from behind. You drool heavily when the cock is finally removed from your mouth, but. He’s hidin’ marijuana inside his firewood! Don’t quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he’s hidin’ it there.”“Thank you very much for the call, sir.”The next day, the Sheriff’s Deputies descend on Virgil’s house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil’s house.“Hey, Virgil! This here’s Floyd ... Did the Sheriff come?”“Yeah!”“Did they chop. Travis emerges from the wooded path and sees me on the porch, but not Mico who’s hidden in the shadows. I’m still smoking and I try to hide the cig from him.“Sam, give me that. Don’t try to hide it. I see the smoke behind you.”I sigh and walk to Mr. Travis, handing over the pack to him. He takes out a stick and puts it in his mouth.“Got a light?”“I thought smoking was against the rules...”“Not for you. You know that.”Mr. Travis puts his hand on my shoulder, then slowly slides it down my arm and.