Three big men stepped out, grabbed her and forced her bodily into the car even as it was speeding off into the night. "Oh, god, what have I gotten mys...lf into now?" she thought. She was pinned between two very large black men in the back seat and two more riding in the front. The man in the front passenger seat pulled a handgun, which he pointed at Sally's head. There was an evil grin on his face."Suck it!" a voice ordered. She looked down, and the reflections from the occasional street lights. And I think I'm going to ask him to." Yeah, do it ... and post up the images on your Facebook page to show the world that there isn't jack shit down there while you're at it! I think I'll now set up a couple of hidden cameras to watch the place as well, just to see who it is that has suddenly now taken such a keen interest in your house, now that it has sat empty for three years. Besides, the idiots could get confused and try to break into my house the next time by mistake! Any idea who they. I opened my mouth and started again at the wonderful task of giving him head. Man was I turned on and wet again. I really wanted to rub my vagina at the same time, but I also wanted to give his cock all my attention. "Can't have everything." I thought briefly as I went back to my main task. I started by slowly going over the tip and traveled down his shaft, moving my tongue over and around. I went down shaft and then sucked his cock as hard as I could as I pulled my mouth up his shaft to create. I reached the town of Bindi Bindi around midday and stopped for a meal at the pub. I asked about the state of the road to Blye Manor. I was informed that the bitumen road ran out about twenty kilometres the other side of Bindi Bindi. Beyond was the dirt road. I was reassured that this dirt road was ‘in good nick,’ as the grader had been up there for the last three weeks, ‘Getting ready for the season.’ By that was meant the skiers who would pass that way going to the snowfields. I was told once.