I drove to the nearest small town. Somewhere between Glenlake Arkansas and Grady I found an abandoned convenience store. I unrolled the sleeping bag f...om my trailer and spent the night behind the store.The next morning I had breakfast at the Wishing Well diner. The owner let me plug my batteries into her outside outlet for an addition two dollar charge. The food was fine and the charge was appreciated, so I left Grady in a good mood.I rode for three hours without seeing any traffic to amount to. I did not know what to say.Graham on the other hand seemed very pleased to have me for theafternoon.Graham, helped carry the shopping bags back to where we had left the car,then taking my hand, he said to Sarah, "Don't worry Mrs. Hunter I willbring her home 'Safe and sound'."Sarah turned to me and asked if I was "OK for money." "I think so," Isaid. Then she hugged me and whispered in my ear again, "Have fun dear,and don't do anything naughty," then winked at me.Graham holding my hand led me off. I couldn't help it. I wanted him. I looked in his eyes, turned away, and just dropped my last article of clothing. "Please," I all but begged. "I want you. I want your cock in me."He chuckled as though he had expected this. As though all I wanted from him was cock. As though he knew when he planned my birthday that he'd end up plowing my ass again. I felt his breath, his lips kissing my cheeks, his hands rubbing my back and thighs. I felt him nuzzling and kissing me. Felt his hands. So, whilst he was concerned about Monica’s age, his fantasy women were getting closer and closer to her age, and so by the time his full weight was across her lap he wasn’t so concerned at the age difference between himself and Monica.What he also knew was that he did respect, and was emotionally a little scared of, women who had, “Do as I say or else,“ tones of voice; and Monica certainly had one of those. It was very similar to Miss Watson’s voice, the teacher he thought about so often who.