-Caleb-We got very comfortable in our RV. For months, Hansen drove the beast all over Minnesota just waiting for word that it was time for us to give our depositions.I was pretty sure I had sex with Jacey in all of the ten thousand lakes. It wasn’t exactly convenient to have us all in the RV when
“Yeah, don’t be long! I want to get going,” Hansen said.“Yessir.” I went and showered off the sand, wishing, for the millionth time, that the shower was big enough to hold two of us. After that smile, I wanted another round. Maybe two.I came back dressed and ready to go. Hansen threw the RV in gea
-Jacey-Hansen took the first shift driving through the night. Since we got the summons in the late afternoon, it was mostly going to be night driving, and he and Bea would be switching off.That meant Bea was sleeping in the berth closest to the master bedroom, snoring away while I tried to sleep t
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he whispered, pulling my hips down so he slid in as far as he could go. I whimpered, and he covered my mouth with his hand. “Help me fuck you. You know what to do.”I did—and I did. I moved up and down on his cock while he cupped his hand around my front and worried my
“They want to see you first then Jacey tomorrow,” Bea continued explaining.“This is some bullshit. I don’t want Jacey facing those vultures alone!” Caleb protested.I wanted to cry. That’s what I really wanted to do. A desperate fear wrapped itself around my throat and squeezed. But, Caleb needed t
-Caleb-It might have just been my imagination, but I thought Masterson’s attorneys looked oily. All seven of them. Not just in appearance, but in the way they smiled and shook hands and locked eyes on me as though they were big fish in a little pond, looking at me, the worm.They ignored the presen
“He told us, ma’am.” I shrugged. “He told us, and then he trapped us into serving him, so I learned a lot more—”“Mr. Killeen,” Chalmers said again.Now even the Attorney General was glaring at Chalmers. She gathered herself with a sigh. “Mr. Killeen, did Mr. Masterson kidnap you?”“Yes, ma’am,” I r
I stared at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”“I’m not.” Chalmers kept grinning at me.“She’s like fifteen in that picture. Of course I wasn’t touching her that way,” I protested.“Mr. Collins says he can think back and see the signs all along. Were you not grooming Ms. Collins? Coercing her all t