. she wasn’t really sure where. There were several dusty, isolated desert locales, as the ‘El Pulpo’ missions always were. Chris knew that there...was no chance that four satellites would be directed to the same or a similar area of the world. She’d look at the snap shots of a small area, look at the overhead images of the people there, and compare them to the overhead shot of some images she was told was El Pulpo. There were glimpses of a partial face; not enough for imaging software, but enough. He had only one goal, to seek helpfor his friends, but after a time he thought the trail longer thanremembered. Not believing his own perception, Gwri continued onward.Even when that perception turned into undeniable reality, he keptwalking. Only when his horse resisted going forward did he stop.Frustrated he turned to look back, only to see a single light that hecame from the still visible hut. Tempting his horse to follow him oncemore, Gwri returned towards the plateau. Having stabled the. .. err, my pussy, as it slowly made its way in. Once all five inches were in, I felt again as it pulled itself out, spreading that lube all over my hole. The next push in felt a little easier, but it was still extremely painful as I continued to cry out. Once my Master felt comfortable with my progress, I watched him adjust the settings a bit, which in turn resulted in the pace of the machine picking up drastically. I was now being forcefully fucked by a machine while dressed up as a slut in. He is a few inches shorter than me, but in this position, my face was right at his chest. I leaned my forehead on him as he stroked my hair. It was so easy to get lost in the ecstasy of his presence. I breathed him in, knowing as if by instinct, his smell. He massaged my shoulders, a little too roughly for the calm nature of the atmosphere. I lift my head, wanting for him to take me right there, but he either misinterpreted the action or chose to ignore it. He went and sat back down in the.