"Hi, Lindy," he spoke to the voice on the other end, "Do you girls have clothes on? Heh, heh... well, I have a friend and a curious bitch that want to look at the inside of the bus. I'll give y'all a Hairy few minutes." "What was that all about? And don't you ever call me a bitch." "It's my driver and my pilot, Marge. They stay with me and take care of my every need... EVERY need, if you know what I mean. They're 28 year old twins; one flies my plane and the other drives the bus. Lindy said to give them a few extra minutes to make up the bed... we only use one. The other one is for guests." "I told you before, it's MARGARET, not Marge. You have two women in there, but you still want.....," she cut off her question when she remembered Ken standing beside them. He grinned at Don and eased away from the conversation. Don's phone rang and, after a quick response, he turned to Marge, "Sorry, 'MARGE' Cindy isn't feelin' real well. I'll make sure both of them are out of the way this evening, though; after dinner. He could almost see steam coming from Marge's full japanese head of curly, brown hair, "Damn you, Don Parker," she mumbled, "I told you I wouldn't go in there alone with you. Nobody's going to be raping me, even if it's in a nice motorhome like that; and I won't be coming later, either. You can just fuck yourself or your whores." "I'll tell you this one time, MARGE; if I ever hear you call those girls whores again, I'll go back on my word to never hit a woman. I'll knock the living shit out of you; just take your stuck up, sagging ass away from here and, for the record, I've never raped anyone... but don't tempt me, I may decide to change my mind about that, too." Don called the oriental number again, "Lindy, before you girls leave for Austin, I need you to do one little job for me. fuck You know where the cash is; here's my plan..." The class dinner was catered by a local barbecue restaurant, owned by another of Don's friends. Don, quietly, told the man to inform all the other guests that the total expense of the meal, and gratuity, was exotic completely paid for, and the funds that had been collected from the classmates should be donated to a local scholarship fund. He assured his friend that he's be by on Saturday to settle up. At 9:35pm, headlights appeared at the far end of the fairgrounds entrance. Don watched with a grin as the Cadillac pulled up to the bus. He saw Marge get out; hesitating before she took the few steps and started knocking on the door. He could almost imagine how torn her mind was when the young man with freckles answered the door, shirtless, "Howdy, Ma'am, can I help ya'?" She stood far a few seconds before she was able to force out her words, "Uh, is Don here? Don Parker?" "Sure, Mom. A gruff voice woke her up suddenly. Then just nods exotic her head, humiliated. Clearly about to japanese continue her panicked tirade, the words fuck nonetheless caused lorelai's eyes to flash with anger. Of course, I oriental primarily lived in the city, where I can pick and stalk my prey, as well as live on with my life outside of these urges, but this was the place I always took my prey to when my inner slut wanted to come out and play with her toys. “So tell me what you found then.” I said kinda defiantly. I take he's big dick into my mouth. Boys groaned as they drooled over me. Now answer properly!” He grabbed his crotch and said, "I have breakfast for you right here." 'It wants to be freed from the prison; release it' he commanded. I was addicted to her, so I had to find a way to persuade her to have sex with me. You’re a born exhibitionist.” Mistress of this tower. In response, she gave me a thumbs-up, not even opening her eyes as she coaxed the last little bit of resistance out of me, seducing my whole being with Hairy her mouth. He barely caught her. We did and I saw that it was indeed about me. It read: -