”Yes,” I say breathless. "Are you a slut, Miss Steel?" "What? No," I protest. "Oh, but I think you are, Miss Steel. Any girl who would let thei... boss do her anyhow, anywhere, anytime is a slut," he says, repeating my previous words. "You are a slut, Miss Steel. My little slut, aren't you?" He caresses my breasts softly, rubbing my nipples through the lace of my bra. Moaning, I arch into his touch, filling his hands. The folders slip from my fingers and drop to the floor. "I want you to say. Junior now sat on the box and placed his head between her legs and began to lick Sharon's clit and finger her asshole at the same time. She was rolling her hips and her tits were shaking back and forth as she quickly came to a climax, bucking so hard I thought the bench was going to topple over onto Junior. Then Uncle Junior and Aunt Sharon rejoined the group at the house like it was just part of their normal day. When they had gone, I said to Lisa, "I'm thinking that this may just qualify as. Thoughts of what he looked like underneath kept popping into my head, completely unbidden as I pressured myself on. There was no question about one thing: it was more arousing and erotic this way, no doubt about it. Much more."Are you close, Mom, I'm getting there. I'll slow down if you aren't," my son groaned as his arm moved up and down."Go ahead, if you want, Neil, it's okay," I panted as my breathing was beginning to become labored."No, I'll slow down, I really love it when we're together. " Talk to you soon Jess. Bye."The sign read:Van BurenGateway to the OzarksEstablished 1830Population 1026It had taken Rollie three and a half hours to make the drive from St. Louis that Sunday morning. As he got closer to his hometown, he felt a calm come over him; in spite of the reason for him coming back. Before he actually got to the town, on a whim, he made a sharp right turn onto a graded gravel road and followed it to the top of a wooded hill. He found the turn off to an overgrown, dirt.