Helen’s POV

According to the conversation Roscoe had done with his driver, it would take five hours to reach our destination. I think it would be feasible if we were to use a chopper or something. But Roscoe said…

"The routes are almost forest-like. Using a chopper would only worsen our routes. Also, with my security and machines we brought, I don’t think we would fit all in a chopper.”

Ten minutes have passed since we left the House, and I have been grinning since then.

Roscoe’s hands were on my waist, so firm that I couldn’t afford to shake my butt on his cock. So I just leaned on...