She was hungry. She was alone. She was really scared, deep-down scared, for probably the first time since she was six or seven years old. She was piss...d at whatever or whoever was scaring her. She screamed herself to sleep with every creative epithet she knew hurled at the ones she assumed were spying on her.A tone sounded. She had no idea how long she had slept. She opened one eye, cagily, pretending to be sleepier than she was in case she could catch her captors off-guard. A one-foot square. "Is that bad old prostrate giving you more problems?" she asked."My bladder is empty and I did give Walter a nice scrub down hoping that tonight I might find comfort in that warm, wet cave of yours." My warm wet cave needs a visit tonight and there isn't anyone but Walter willing to come inside," she mounted him. "If your heart races badly, let me know." It won't," he thumbed the nipples to her breasts. She felt a wonderful chill run through her body. It wasn't like when they first married, but. Once we even caught by a trucker who road close and watched. That hadn’t happened in a long time. I was determined to bring some of that back on this trip. When we decided to take the trip last fall I promised I would make it worthwhile. I committed to hit the gym regularly and get back in shape. I hadn’t let myself go to the dogs but I wasn’t feeling good about myself. Being a “Type A” personality I applied that mindset to three months of working out. I was happy with the results so far. God. With a sigh, he jumped over Simon’s prone form and dropped himself and the popcorn bowl on the sofa. Maybe it was too early for TV and popcorn, but he wasn’t in the mood for anything else.It was awkward as fuck to flick through the channels while Simon sat there, completely silent and unmoved.“Please rest your feet on me, master,” Simon begged, eventually.The truth was he didn’t have enough room for his legs, so it was easy to just lift them off and place them on Simon’s smooth back, trapped in.