Then he suddenly pulled out, pushed it into her mouth, held her head and started to wank. Then with a groan, he shot his load. Lucy could feel the war... salty cum shooting into her mouth and she licked it around his helmet as he finished emptying his load.“Now swallow that down, slut!” She did. Lucy took his cock out and looked up at him. They kissed and Lucy wanted more.“So, Mr Postman. Is that it or are you going do that again?”“Yeah, sounds about right, but I want you to change into another. There were buildings beyond the tent, of a ramshackle and primitive nature. The whole set-up was reminiscent of one of those forts built in the American West.Francine wondered what lay beyond the walls. Most likely desert, she imagined. It was hot and dry enough, at least on the evidence of the last couple of thirsty and painful hours."What's your name?" she asked the girl to her left. Francine was on the end of the row and this was the easiest to speak to."Sorry! Me no speak the English good.. Unsure, and plus I'm pretty sore too." Why she was telling this almost stranger all these details she didn't know. In a way, he knew her better than anybody else in the world."Don't be silly, you'll feel fine by tonight. An hour or two of your time and you'll have everything you need. I'll go out and pick you up a pregnancy test and I have connections for birth control, plus I'll make sure I get a guy with enough cash for you to get the most expensive phone you can get. What do you want, the. "What are you doing in my drive way?" he asked."Oh I'm here to make sure you don't go anywhere before the Sheriff gets here," I said."You called the sheriff?" he asked."You should be glad I did. The alternative was to shoot you and set fire to your house. That woman you ran off and left to die sent me." I said."Who are you?" he asked."The name is Sylvia Porter and I'm a private investigator. I am also working for the woman you almost killed, so dickhead I have every right to block your fucking.