" Come now, my dear. You do not expect to merely walk out of here and blend in with the rest of the world."Angelina shook her head. "No, probably not....But if I stay in here I really will go crazy. So, can you help me?"The voice took on a hard, cold tone. "Of course, little one, out of respect for the memory of my beloved Angelina. Your wish is my command."And the presence was gone. Angelina sat on the edge of the bed, shivering with anxiety. What was the bargain that she had just made?A few. Put your mouth in my pussy! I screamed. She giggled at me and rubbed my ass, and bent her body over me. I could feel her rock hard titties on my back. She took the hand that wasnt on my ass and rubbed her fingers around my dripping wet pussy. I thought youd never ask. She whispered into my ear. She grabbed the back of my neck, took me to her room and laid me on the floor. She kissed me and put her tongue in the back of my throat. I grabbed her ass, and massaged her from her neck to her sweet. This place looked slightly scary and almost deserted. In spite of her trepidation, Marie searched for the address that Hiroshi had given her. Finally she found the nondescript warehouse with the name “Japan Import and Export” on the faded nameplate.Marie tried the door handle, but it was locked. Knocking on the door, she again felt that maybe it had been a mistake to obey Hiroshi’s summons. However, she did not have much time to change her mind as the door opened slightly and a face peered. They didn't always stay in motels; Crystal was right, she was able to get them into the bunkhouse at Cooper Hill, although Scooter had something to do with it -- she ran into Jim, the motor-rig guy she'd had a few with at the Burro a couple times when Crystal had been elsewhere. He was overjoyed to have someone he could talk Grand Canyon to, especially when one of those someones was a demi-legend like Michelle. Along the way, they hit a few bars, slept on a few living room floors, and fooled.
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