. Diane is supposed to be our slave. So why--?" No, she's ... it was Victor that..."Now Cassie looked bewildered as well. "Victor? What are you--?" Sh... paused, her eyes widening. "That's weird, Jason. It's like I should have known that, but ... but it still won't make sense in my head. Are you sure you're not wrong about that?"Jason could not respond. He was not sure himself anymore. He could not hold both thoughts in his head at the same time: Victor as perpetrator, Diane as slave."We have to. The suburbs and the New Jersey Turnpike still existed as far as some town called Jamesburg and some other town called Rossmoor, where the Turnpike now ended abruptly in a sea of farmland. Various old-fashioned cars, or so Alan's TV (tuned in to a New York station) had told him, were now making their way up the New Jersey Turnpike, and the Homeland Security Emergency Board (now on Red Alert) had cordoned off a wide area of the Pike to look for terrorists lurking in this new environment.And what. I'm sorry." Sweetie, don't ever be sorry for asking questions. I remember Mom, Ithink, once mentioned that she would have liked a son, but she has ustwo, now, and I think that's pretty good. Don't you?"Michelle sighed and looked out a window. "Yes, I guess, like, it'sokay, I suppose." She then had some thoughts. Maybe if she looked outthe window for her car, or went outside it might be there. It might besome validation of what she should be or had been or...whatever. Or maybeshe could. “Hey, what are you doing?” I heard her ask. My hands didn’t stop, and soon her entire ass was exposed to me. She didn’t move away or struggle, rather bounced on her toes slightly. The skin of her ass began to move as she did this, and soon I was completely overtaken with lust. Without saying anything, my hand quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down to my ankles. My throbbing 7 inch cock was standing at alert, and I stood behind her. I could hear her breathing.