She managed to pull over to the side. She stopped in the canyon halfway between two rock cuts. She could see the rocks falling on the roadway. She was...glad she hadn’t stopped there. By the time the shaking stopped she was trapped between two large rock piles. She couldn’t go anywhere.John felt the tremor too. He was just past the narrowest point of the canyon after leaving the tunnel. He drove on, trying to avoid falling boulders. He knew he better not stop here. Finally he got to a clear spot. "Don't turn around." Ouch, ease up - you're hurting me Debbie." He tried to grab my wrist, but I only pulled harder."I'll pull it off." I threatened. His hand moved away and I slacked off on the pressure. My free hand traveled down to his ass, massaging his cheeks possessively. "Now, who's in charge?" I asked, while my finger pressed between his cheeks against his tightly clenched ass to emphasize my point. "Hmmm?" Come on honey, let's go to bed. I don't like this game," he whined.He was. You be a good boy or there won’t be any of that later,” she warned me, pointing to my groin.I did the interview and went home. There was a note telling me Carrie had run to the store. I stripped down again, and stayed naked. In the den/spare bedroom, I booted up the computer and typed up the article for Friday and sent it off.A little while later, my editor approved my story and emailed it to the copy desk. I got a beer from the kitchen and went back to the den. I don’t search for porn online,. After dinner, we sat on the couch and cuddled some more.“I’m so full,” Blake moaned. “That was fantastic. You can cook for me anytime.”“I enjoy it, for sure. But I’m no Iron Chef.”“Are you up to telling me your story?”I knew Blake felt more than obligated to hear my saga, and she was anxious to help me recover. I was concerned it would be too much for one day. Plus, she didn’t know it, but Blake already helped me recover. I needed the anger to fade so I could exist. I felt ready to find my new.