She is still fully clothed. “Hello,” she says, still in a daze. “Who's there?” Suddenly, the sound of the diesel engine quiets. A sudden lurch...of her body tells her one thing: the vehicle stopped. Her hood is ripped off, and she is blinded by the light.“Hello there. What took you so long,” he says with a mocking tone.“Who are you,” Arya replies, still blinded, dazed.“That'd be too easy.” Another sharp pain in her thigh, and her dizziness starts all over. She is out before the vehicle starts to. “Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to walk down to the d**gstore there on the corner and get me some Motrin because I think that little orgasm you just gave me rattled my brain and I feel a headache coming on.”“What? Why don’t we just go out after?” He complained.“For fuck’s sake with the whining. You’re going to cool off. It’s not about the stupid Motrin. That’s just a task for you to do something nice for me,” Sandy said. Carby remained quiet.Eventually he asked, “So can we take. "You're giving her ass- juice at one end, I might as well get some ass at the other." Splendid idea," Mrs. Grotten said with a nod of approval as she forced another inch of the shitty dildo into Cindy's mouth.Miss Clark spread Cindy's tight asscheeks, took a moment to spit on the girl's puckered shit-hole, then placed the dildo at the teen's shitter and fucked it in."Urrrgh!" Cindy groaned, her voice a gargle around the long slab of cock that was lodged far back in her silky throat.Miss Clark. But Alanna thought that there maybesomeone inside. A curlicue of smoke drifted haphazardlyfrom a chimney toward the back of the house. Shedecided to try and raise some life from what reallylooked like a forgotten place in history. Her feelingthat time had skimmed over the hill and missed thehouse and surroundings looked as if it might beaccurate. The chance of a phone being installed in thisbackwater dump diminished with every step that took hernearer.She Knocked on an almost paint devoid door..