Lizzy, you filthy little slut, load up a pipe for me. What time is it anyway?”“5:30 AM, local time,” Jason answered. “Sometime in the year 213..., subjective time. Goddamn I’m tired...”SusanShe sat in the darkness of her cabin, eyes closed, so far from sleep Susan didn’t see it happening before the day passed, and another night rolled around.The Grimes might ask her for a recommendation for someone to help the kids ... no. Not ‘the kids’ ... that was the biggest part of the problem. They weren’t. I was terrified. I knew that he was going to fuck me in my ass...His finger explored my rectum and I moaned again. I buried my face into the bed sheets. I was humiliated by this man....and could not understand how could I be enjoying this…He pushed to his last knuckle and slipped in and out of my anus.Once he was comfortable with his thrusting; he began fucking my pussy again. I let him take me. I did not want to fight back. I opened my eyes when his strokes became slightly more erratic. He was. ”We got the kids and brought them into the great room, where Jessica, Kara, and Elyse joined us. We played with the kids while the tape ran, and when it finished, I was quite happy. Bill had won the race, beating Terry Labonte and Mark Martin back to the start-finish line.“It’s about time!” I exclaimed. “He’s had a string of poor showings.”“How do the points look?” Kara asked.“It’s over for Bill,” I said. “It was over a couple of weeks ago. He’s around 400 points back with one race to go. Not. He had to lock down his chair before the vehicle would start and a flashing yellow control appeared that prompted him to do just that. When he hit the on-screen button, he could feel the locking arms snug his chair in place, and the control interface switched to the startup sequence.The small screen now held a start button, the transmission selector, an electric power gauge, and a row of icons. The icons represented various subsystems such as the A/C controls, sound system, phone control.