vision goggles to head down the trail again, onto the main fire road, and then out to the highway, where he took them off and turned on the lights. Cyn called Knight and told him they were almost there.
Knight and Boston were waiting. She gave them both a hug, and then loaded her new toys into the Hummer before getting in.
“Wow, twenty-four hours and I’ve gone from freelance editor to fucking Rambo,” she said to Boston as she jumped into the passenger seat. Knight had already chosen to sit in back with James.
“Any word from Hank?” Knight asked.
“Yes, and all good words,” Cyn told him. “He made a date with me tonight at his house, so maybe it’s even better than we hoped for, since he doesn’t feel like he needs to bug out today.”
“That sounds very hopeful, yes,” Knight agreed. “Where is he now?”
“On his way to Mexico to drop off a girl who was kidnapped. I don’t know the whole story on that, but apparently it is highly important,” Cyn told him.
“Well, with border crossing traffic, he probably won’t be back until noon, then, so tell him that we’ll get together tomorrow to debrief and figure out our next steps,” Knight told her.
“Will do,” Cyn said. “Boston? Could you drop me off at Daphne’s place? I want to check in on her and relieve Sally.”
“Don’t see a problem with that,” Boston agreed. “Do you think she’ll want to go for a ride on Saturday?”
“Yes, Boston, I do. And I think you should take off the kid gloves with her. She’s a big girl,” Cyn told him.
“Well, she’s been through a lot—”
“Yes, she has. Hence the big girl title. She can take it. I think you should take her for a ride straight to your place and carry her over the threshold and straight into your bedroom,” Cyn told him.
“And from Rambo to Dr. Ruth,” Knight laughed.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cyn would always recall that day as the day she was nearly sexed to death in twenty-four hours.
Daphne, finding her sleeping beside her when she woke up, had her way with Cyn for nearly two hours. After that, they had breakfast and went to Hank’s house.
Erik was there. He had replaced all the broken windows and was looking over the rest of the damage. He left about an hour later while they were in the bath together.
Hank came home about an hour after that, and then he and Daphne had their way with her for another two hours.
They had to go out to dinner, because there were no dishes in the kitchen any longer except for one coffee mug that said, I love Mondays , which Hank was far too happy about (in Cyn’s opinion).
After dinner, they made it through half of a DVD sitting on the couch before both she and Daphne were undressed and sharing Hank’s cock in a deep throating contest.
Hank then took them upstairs for a three-hour session, which was prolonged because he tied them both to the same bedpost and then massaged their asses and thighs with his large hands and coconut oil until both of them were offering all sorts of pleasures and servitudes.
Cyn’s offer to go down on Daphne for his viewing pleasure won out, which she did, willingly, while Daphne was still tied to the bedpost. As soon as Daphne was writhing in orgasmic joy, Hank fucked Cyn to a wild orgasm from behind while she lay on Daphne with her face buried in her breasts.
In the morning, Hank fucked them both slowly and lovingly, one after the other, climaxing with Cyn. Then Cyn, while Hank went for a shower, gave Daphne her fantasy of real, honest, loving lesbian sex with her for nearly an hour.
“Boston wants to take you for a ride today,” she told Daphne as they cuddled together afterward.
“I really like him. He’s a good man. I know most girls go for the bad boys, but I’ve been with a bad boy, and it wasn’t much fun after awhile. I think Boston will be good to me, and I would try to be very
Knight and Boston were waiting. She gave them both a hug, and then loaded her new toys into the Hummer before getting in.
“Wow, twenty-four hours and I’ve gone from freelance editor to fucking Rambo,” she said to Boston as she jumped into the passenger seat. Knight had already chosen to sit in back with James.
“Any word from Hank?” Knight asked.
“Yes, and all good words,” Cyn told him. “He made a date with me tonight at his house, so maybe it’s even better than we hoped for, since he doesn’t feel like he needs to bug out today.”
“That sounds very hopeful, yes,” Knight agreed. “Where is he now?”
“On his way to Mexico to drop off a girl who was kidnapped. I don’t know the whole story on that, but apparently it is highly important,” Cyn told him.
“Well, with border crossing traffic, he probably won’t be back until noon, then, so tell him that we’ll get together tomorrow to debrief and figure out our next steps,” Knight told her.
“Will do,” Cyn said. “Boston? Could you drop me off at Daphne’s place? I want to check in on her and relieve Sally.”
“Don’t see a problem with that,” Boston agreed. “Do you think she’ll want to go for a ride on Saturday?”
“Yes, Boston, I do. And I think you should take off the kid gloves with her. She’s a big girl,” Cyn told him.
“Well, she’s been through a lot—”
“Yes, she has. Hence the big girl title. She can take it. I think you should take her for a ride straight to your place and carry her over the threshold and straight into your bedroom,” Cyn told him.
“And from Rambo to Dr. Ruth,” Knight laughed.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cyn would always recall that day as the day she was nearly sexed to death in twenty-four hours.
Daphne, finding her sleeping beside her when she woke up, had her way with Cyn for nearly two hours. After that, they had breakfast and went to Hank’s house.
Erik was there. He had replaced all the broken windows and was looking over the rest of the damage. He left about an hour later while they were in the bath together.
Hank came home about an hour after that, and then he and Daphne had their way with her for another two hours.
They had to go out to dinner, because there were no dishes in the kitchen any longer except for one coffee mug that said, I love Mondays , which Hank was far too happy about (in Cyn’s opinion).
After dinner, they made it through half of a DVD sitting on the couch before both she and Daphne were undressed and sharing Hank’s cock in a deep throating contest.
Hank then took them upstairs for a three-hour session, which was prolonged because he tied them both to the same bedpost and then massaged their asses and thighs with his large hands and coconut oil until both of them were offering all sorts of pleasures and servitudes.
Cyn’s offer to go down on Daphne for his viewing pleasure won out, which she did, willingly, while Daphne was still tied to the bedpost. As soon as Daphne was writhing in orgasmic joy, Hank fucked Cyn to a wild orgasm from behind while she lay on Daphne with her face buried in her breasts.
In the morning, Hank fucked them both slowly and lovingly, one after the other, climaxing with Cyn. Then Cyn, while Hank went for a shower, gave Daphne her fantasy of real, honest, loving lesbian sex with her for nearly an hour.
“Boston wants to take you for a ride today,” she told Daphne as they cuddled together afterward.
“I really like him. He’s a good man. I know most girls go for the bad boys, but I’ve been with a bad boy, and it wasn’t much fun after awhile. I think Boston will be good to me, and I would try to be very
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