They could ruin this minivan. I’d just get a nicer one. One with Scotchgard seats. “Yes, yes, please your master, slut,” my wife hissed, driving...one-handed, the other frigging her pussy. “Work that hot cunt on my husband’s dick.”“Yes, Mistress,” groaned Pina, her head arching, pressing back into my shoulder, her silky hair brushing my cheek.“You are, whore,” I groaned, my hands cupping her soft, round breasts. I squeezed them, loving how they jiggled as the minivan drove. “You’re going to get. That means they have taken the plows off the road for the night and won’t be back until daylight tomorrow.”The clerk finally looked up and glanced out the badly frosted windows. “Town’s east of here,” he said slowly. “Road takes a sharp right about a quarter mile up. But you’re probably right. They’re pullin’ the plows ‘til daylight.”“Then you have a room available?” she said hopefully.The clerk scratched at the side of his face and said, “Not exactly. All rooms have been contracted and paid. "Then with a little grin she said, "It was so wonderfully neat, too. When Mr. Sloan drove up in that magnificent limousine, then came up to the desk and asked for Miss Dupuis, I almost fainted dead away. Sir, he knew I was trash, but he treated me like a lady. He was just so wonderful!" Then she frowned and asked, "But how could a girl as sweet and kind and good as Susan be a slave?"Instead of answering, Jeff turned to Susan and said, "My darling slave, wouldn't you feel better if you had a. ”“Oh! Sparky’s not in again is she? Or is this just a check-up?”“Neither,” he said. “I’m eating with Dr. Thibault, who was resident there when Sparky was in. She still is a resident, but Sparky is home.”“Boss, you don’t play poker do you?”“Not since college. I lost then.”“You’d lose now. You don’t have a poker face.”“I have no idea what you mean.” He did have an idea, though. Murphy thought he had an interest in Diane beyond simple gratitude for Sparky’s recovery. Well, Murphy knew him too.