Today he was crazier than normal and I had another 200 miles to go before I was home. Best just leave him. As I sat in and turned on the ignition his ...ext words caught me by surprise."Do you want to see who I'm holding it for?"I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prick up. Something wasn't right."Sure, I said." Keeping him at ease.He nodded a knowing smile then beckoned me to follow. The wind was getting up now and desert sand billowed around my waist as he gestured with his finger drawing. My head was spinning and my heart was beating faster and faster. He took his other hand for a second and also put it in my panties. He spread my pussy lips with his thumb and index finger while his middle finger rested at the entrance of my virgin hole. By doing so, his hand was pushing the head of his penis away from my body and gave room for both hands. He then took his other hand, brought it to his mouth to put saliva on his fingers. The wet and slippery finger then started exploring the. Calmly...slipped...****Outside still, my two half-drunk friends debated over the meaning of the tiny lettering on the door."What's it say?" asked Lardo. "I can't read shit that small." It says 'CLINIC - of the Criminally Insane Anarchist Feminist Lesbians'," Chet replied."God-think we should do something?" Naw," said Chet. "He'll be fine."What the hell? I woke up, still strapped to the gurney. No pain, though. Must have got operated on. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but the straps held my arms. ’ I said, knowing that brand. ‘Good quality leather, don’t look all that bad, and maybe the best shoes or boots that he owned.’ ‘We’ve already taken samples from the bottoms of his boots, sir.’ said J.R. Barnes. ‘Good.’ I said. ‘And guys, when I say he’s going to a bar to pick up women, I mean women of his general economic class. We’re not exactly talking the Cattleman’s Club, here.’ There was a murmur of understanding running through the crowd as I said that. ‘J.R.’ I said. ‘When you get the.