As they passed him the walls of the corridor dissolved with a soft hissing noise and he was laying, sweat soaked, in his own bed.He rolled over with a...groan. These night time excursions were proving to be exhausting. He got up in search of a drink and almost fell back into bed. He went to put the glass down on the table beside his bed and, as he did so, knocked a magazine to the floor. He picked it up and it fell open at the pictures of the bound and gagged cheerleader. He had a very good idea. “Go on, you know what to do, from what I hear you’ve become quite the little cock sucker.” Placing my hand on the back of her neck I began to force her face toward my cock “go on Rene’ open your mouth…suck my cock…you know you want to.”She didn’t resist….not even a little bit.“Ahhhhhhh yyyeeesss…that’s it, suck Poppa’s cock like a good little slut” I moaned as my step daughter lowered her parted lips and surrounded my bulbous cockhead….already oozing pre cum. “Fuck that feels good, take it. This was going to take a lot of timing if it was going to work. Timing and a lot of speed of course, both of which Sheila and now apparently I had in abundance.Just after we turned, I felt Sheila stop. It appeared that we were in a small town in Montana. Looking at the sign I saw that we were in Whitlash. Looking around I saw that there wasn't much there.Looking around, I didn't seem to notice that I felt a hell of a lot stronger than I had before. I was about to ask Sheila why we'd stop when I. ..”“And..., thanks for cooking. But we got a job to take care. And after that a surprise for you. Come on, let’s get to the car.”We went to the car, and started driving.“So, why would you be carrying a gun? And what move was that, barging in like that? Are you a policeman or something?”“Well, first I own a gun for safety, and second no I’m not a policeman. I just really liked my time in the army.”We reached the destination, an old junkyard. We drove between the broken down cars and reached to a.