Many were riding bicycles, skate boards or went by on roller skates. It seemed festive especially after a week on the Mojave desert.I had to get out a...d stretch and took the chance I wouldn't be noticed. Carla and I walked over to a bench on the edge of the boardwalk and looked out at the ocean. Just as I took a deep breath of salt air, I glanced down at a trash can and saw a folded up newspaper. I picked it up and saw the headline—Five State Manhunt for Kidnapper Continues.“Fuck!” I showed it. Being physically attracted to my boss Samantha Onassis made it more of a pleasure. It was my second Saturday at Sig’s when Samantha with her perpetual smile said, “Is it the work Tobe or is it just because you want a little more money in your paycheck?”I like the work,” I said. “It’s different than being a yard boy and handyman at St. Bart’s. I like how much goes on here and frankly, I like watching the way you handle things at the diner.”“So, have you figured out if you are learning things at. “You will hunt,” she said. “Before we send braves to meet the guns of soldiers, we will know that they are a threat. If they do not hunt us, we will let them go their way and we will move on. Go.”We chewed our meat, not completely cooked, as we walked out of the village. Our horses fell in beside us as we left. We honored their presence by not mounting them where the village could see us. When we were mounted, they flew like the wind toward the soldiers.We rubbed our horses down and they rolled. Chandler was moaning, “Uuu,” low in his chest and thrusting, as I hungrily slurped and sucked, swiftly bobbing my hot, tight, sucking mouth up and down his rigid shaft. He verbally encouraged me by telling me, “Suck my cock,” and calling me every name in the book, bitch, homo and worse. And I hate to admit it but I was really turned on by it. "Oh baby, that feels good," cried Chandler, his body spasmed, bucking his hips as his cock throbbed in my mouth. I moaned, “Uugggghhh,” eagerly, sucking.