Yeah, from that viewpoint there might be something that's worth your while, and if you do it over the winter, it's not impossible that Al might be wil...ing to pick up a piece of it, assuming you're coming back next year." I'm coming back as long as they'll have me," Duane nodded. "I mean, shit, this is only my fifth trip, but I'm hooked. I like the Canyon and I like the life." He took a deep breath and continued. "I guess what I'm saying is that I wouldn't mind picking up some stuff that might. I also backed off my normal lifting strength to 500 pounds so I wouldn't have to put quite as much effort into making sure I didn't accidentally kill someone.I finally got around to doing that Master Control purge I had been meaning to do. This time I covered everything that I could think of, including Internet Service Providers and everyone who had ANY knowledge or possession of the software. I even made sure that they undid all of their programming and erased memories before they destroyed. They arrived at the house when it was completely dark outside, and Rick hopped out of the car and quickly ran to the side of the house while Dwayne drove off. The neighborhood was beautiful. Thick, tall trees acting as natural barriers between the houses, not to mention the huge properties. Rick approached the house and saw some lights on and knew there might be people there. As he got behind the house into the backyard he pulled out his crowbar and carefully moved toward a window. Slipping on. He said the thought of it repulsed him. But here I was being bent over a dirty pool table with my short skirt wadded up around my waist my panties had been ripped off what seemed like over an hour ago. Runs in my stockings. My top and my bra was somewhere. They had left me in my scarlet red cum fuck me pumps. My 36 D’s had semi dried black boy’s cum all over them. I say boy’s because at 38 years of age I was at least twice as old as any of the 4 of them. I’m in a dirty pool hall on the “wrong”.