The station wagon was roomy to say the least. The back seats were removed and nothing replaced them in the back of the car. The back floor was empty and very well kept. The two front seats were big and very unusually comfortable. The station wagon was clean and smelled of pine and bubble gum. The dashboard clock said it four o'clock on the dot.
Kitty was a better driver than the renegading, rebellious look indicated. The assholes on the road cut her off and played games with her, but the middle aged beauty never lost her composure and at the same time obeyed all the driving laws.
Outside, unseen to either of them, the black Sedan kept pace, keeping shelter behind to bigger cars and a brown van.
"Where are we going?" Joseph asked.
"A small town called Gorman in Indiana about thirty minutes from here," Kitty replied with a smile. "I know you must have a million questions going through your head, and by the way your cock is amazing, anyway, you can ask me anything you want. I'll answer it as best as I can."
Joseph was pretty much back to normal now and the flow of questions which had haunted him in the library began to overtake his mind once again. He felt slight pain his head already, but that wasn't unusual for him. Since becoming depressed so long ago, many headaches have greeted Joseph.
"How long have you been following me?"
"Three months. I've had help though. Mickey, the guy who quit on me and wrote the note was the one who started the job. I always thought you'd be perfect for this job, for my site, and I was so damn right. I guess that means I'm ready for this. It was a hunch, you were a hunch, but a good one. I've been following you for a week, taking notes, your dislikes and hobbies, you know, the whole nine yards. At night I'd go home to my favorite vibrating dildo and think about you." Kitty was laughing after she confessed that part. "You are almost as big as it, you know."
Joseph blushed.
"Why did you take me to the bathroom back at the library?"
Kitty smiled with guilty pleasure. "To satisfy my curiosity. I wanted to find out if you could handle the job and meet the tastes of my clients if you came to work for the website."
Now the million dollar question, Joseph thought to himself. "Why did you choose me though? All the research you did, you must've known I was...well, depressed."
"I knew but it didn't matter. I'm forty-two years old. If something feels right I go for it. When I was nineteen I fell in love with a sixty-year old man. Everyone thought I was crazy, but I loved him and I wanted him. So I snuck in his house, pulled down his pants and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. It was the cum I ever tasted. You know what he said afterwards."
"I don't want to know," Joseph admitted.
"I'll tell you anyway. He said, "Kitty, you are an amazing girl and you suck cock a million times better than your gramma."
Joseph almost gagged after the words came out of her mouth. But someplace deep in his mind, a place where sexual curiosity and desires grew, he was turned on in great ways.
"Interesting," he said and it never came up again in their time together. "How did you find out I existed? It's a big world out there."
"A girl named Lucy Zadwell. I know you know her. She went to your house one afternoon on a Sunday and went inside your house when she found you door open. She walked up to the second floor of your house and caught you masturbating, standing next to a picture of Cindy Crawford. She watched you until the cum shot all over the picture. She told me she never seen one cock shoot so much cum in her life. I took her word and you became kind of an obsession of mine ever since."
Joseph blushed in embarrassment just thinking of being caught in his private act. Especially by Lucy Zadwell. A pretty girl he actually liked.
"How do you know Lucy?"
"She hopes to be a client once we are under way."
