..such a good little slut!"Again, his hand slaps against my ass, somehow falling in the exact same spot as before. My body thrusts back against him, m...eting him thrust for thrust. Sweat drips from his chiseled body onto mine. He is nearing his edge once more, and still, he refuses me my sweet reward.He pulls himself from me, shaking, forcing his orgasm back down into submission. He pulls me to his face and kisses me passionately. He draws me to him tightly, his arms enveloping me in a way that. In any case, I think that we are good enough to take care of any still alive. Do either of you have any comments or suggestions?"Neither man had anything to offer, so they ate some of their rations and settled down to wait a few hours. Turtle had said on several occasions that Nipmucks never attacked at night if they could avoid it, so no guards were necessary on their part. Joe bowed to his superior knowledge of the habits of his own people and agreed that they should all get a couple of hours. I lay still, unable to budge and felt closer to her in that moment than ever before. Suddenly I didn't care that I was a fugitive. I loved that she was with me in this truck, by this lake in the middle of nowhere. Only now existed.After a few minutes of embracing each other, I lifted my head and smiled into her eyes.“We'll make it.”She looked up at me and smiled. “I know!”***By eight, we were on the road. I had made coffee over the fire and surprised Carla with apple cinnamon muffins I bought. ”“And can you get the time off?”“Yes. That part's easy. I'm a bit nervous about how I'll react when I see Cindy in her work place.”“We'll all be there to make you feel welcome. Wont we, Richard, Cindy?”I smiled as I wondered how they would make me feel welcome, but did not ask the question.“Another thing, Ron,”, Richard said, “I wonder if you could help us out with our Wednesday night training sessions. Would that interest you?”“Does Cindy really need any more training?”“No. Cindy does not need.