Our mission were to map outi*****l d**g trafficking. Our camp is about 5 kilometer from a near town; If you can call it a town. Total population is 85...residents; Where as motel, restaurant, Bar and post office all in one wooden building; The owner is also the town Major.Our Commander; a southern Gent . A very fair man to his men, and somewhat of a gambler. He has troopers play drawing straws for Holiday and weekend; Where as the poor soul with longest straw guard the base. Three days before New. The only way to liven that place up is to bring in more people or up the danger.So I'll either start taking very nasty pictures or videos of your wife, or I'll offer her to others. You'd be surprised how easy it is for me to get your wife to let the bellhop or the groundskeeper at our cheap motel fuck her after I have. And after she's had the first other guy the next time there'll be three or four, then before you know it your wife, the woman who packs your kids' lunches, is a gangbang. John got the sense he was wearing lifts to improve his presence, “Would you like to sit down?”“No!” The man said with force, then smiled as he thought John may be uncomfortable.“What is your name?” John asked.“I AM Cardinal Rickets.” The man said, “We are here today with Pope Peter the Roman!”“Petrus Romanus! That’s nice. The last Pope of the Catholic Church.” John turned to Sam, “I’ll be back.” With that, the transport happened. John wondered how many times he had been to the west side of the. He wasn't even supposed to be there. “You can go if you want, Matt. I don't know how long this'll take, and...” “Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to leave you lying in a hospital bed by yourself.” He cupped the side of my face in his hand, just at the border of my jaw. The contact lasted for only a brief flash, but it made my heart leap just the same. “Besides,” he straightened up a bit, putting an extra inch of distance between us. “I'm guessing you'll need a ride home when it's all.