The Alabama accent was hard for me to understand. I was familiar with working with just a word or two of a sentence. It had been like that my first fe... months at Farmer's Grove as well. It was like listening to a bad connection on the cell phone, one that broadcast only a word or two with static in between.At the Grange hall things began with a meeting. The discussion was about family farm's production expenses. I tuned them out when they spoke about farm management and a possible protest.. There was not a house in sight, so no one would be coming along to bother them. He stopped the car and coldly said, ‘Get out of the car, Slut.’ Liandra felt a stab of fear, wondering what she had done wrong. She stopped playing with her nipples long enough to exit the vehicle, then continued. Steven was secretly pleased to see that she was that obedient. She is going to be the perfect sex slave, he thought admiringly. ‘Get over here, behind the car.’ She stood before him, her eyes imploring,. ”As my cock started to harden, Sienna sucked it with my pants on. I pulled her up murmuring: “Just stop it, ok!” She was so horny, I could tell, I was horny too. I mean I’m standing in front of a total Hottie, and she wants me to fuck her. When she was on her feet now she had her lips meeting mine, then I went like damn. She shoved her tongue through my mouth and our tongues met. I was about to go crazy, how can a virgin girl be such a good kisser. I involuntary found my hand reaching for her. Or am I, as usual, over-thinking things and simply conducting myself as warranted and expected.As I park the car, I tell myself that I can still leave… that I’m not necessarily obligated to be here. I believe myself when I think she would surely understand if I chose to spend this time elsewhere… perhaps she might even prefer that. I look around at the other cars, specifically to see if her parents’ aging Oldsmobile is among them. I owe her mother a phone call, but I keep putting it off because.