In the cold, dim desert evening Lou listened for the sounds of the posse clattering down the canyon wall, or picking its way along the dry wash. Maybe...they were making camp, waiting for day break. Maybe they hadn't heard the bay's screams. Maybe hurt and without a gun Lou still had a chance. Maybe.As soon as he'd finished taking Mary the next morning, Patrick pulled up his pants and slipped his right arm through the shoulder strap of his coveralls. Mary lie where he left her, closing her eyes. Rob suggested that we drive the interstate for a while then find a backroad to perhaps find a place to park and "talk"! We talked some more and partly from the effects of the drinks and partly because Rob was so easy to talk to, I began to feel more at ease. I could tell Rob was still a little unsure so I decided to get it started. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. After some thought, he said "well, you could flash me a little." "Oh, you want to see my pussy" I answered with a giggle. Rob. I almost walked up to her and fucked her ass right there, but I got a hold of myself and reminded me we weren't sure how clean she was in the first place. "Julie, that's enough," Joey said. "You're gonna make Heather cum again. Shit! Too late. Damn Heather, you are one noisy bitch." "Julie, stand up and take your panties off. I'm gonna make you our slave now." I explained the whole deal to her, and after she asked a few questions, she was ready. I took out another gold ring from my pocket, this. He told me "That's Gus Meyers; he's on the wrestling team with me - different weight class, of course." Gus was a good hundred pounds heavier than Sam, who was definitely on the lean side.I looked at Gus and said "The lady with me is Susan Nguyen. She's Vietnamese; I think that would make her a 'dink' or 'zip' or 'zipperhead'. The term 'gook' is from the Korean work 'guk', or 'people'; they use Han to mean Korea. So a Korean person is Han-guk; their language is Han-gul, and so on. Chink comes.