“Long, wearing night?” I asked.“Yes, they ran a train on my ass including the dogs. I got away. Abigail and one other woman were still there bei...g fucked.”I nodded. “Abigail seemed to enjoy it and wanted more.” I nodded again. “X, we were going to move on today, weren’t we?”I slowly said, “Yes. However, I need to check on Abigail before moving on. I plan to be on the road before lunch though.”I had my usual shorts on with tee shirt and sandals. I left the RV and headed toward the pool. I found. Daryl Ragberry met the classic country definition of a redneck. Big dirty diesel pickup truck that had a frame lift kit installed for big knobby tires that one could hear coming a mile away that stuck out past the pickup body. The exhaust had been modified with two big chrome stacks sticking up behind the cab. There was a gun rack in the back window with NRA and Love it or Leave decals on the window.He was a big country redneck with an attitude and a patriot who apparently listened to the news. . bump... Soon, Mz. Dominica reachedthe end of the string. She paused. Dangled the string in front ofDaniella's eyes again. It was now soaking wet with Mistress' juices.She let the cord drop onto the chair again, while she continued to holdthe end with her left hand. And again, Mistress pressed the stringgently against her clit, and pulled. Bump... bump... bump... A littlefaster, this time. "You like that, don't you, slave?"Daniella nodded, mouth open, making a breathy "Ah-hah" sound.. She thought that one of our co-workers was the right guy a few months ago, but they broke up and haven't been out together since then. All he wanted was sex and wasn't really the commitment type of person. He had strung her along for about a year and never really made or did the right thing about a commitment. If she and I could handle traveling together and being together 24/7, then we could potentially be a very good couple. She went on to tell me that one of the things on my list troubled.