She had forgotten how many times she had helped her brother and the curious Englishman, prepare the women for sale. Sometimes there were not so many w...men, sometimes there were not so many buyers. Always, though, the arrangements were the same. Prepare the women for parade, take them to their sale posts, make them ready for the auction, package for despatch. Alexander helped. Well, he thought he helped. Like in the bar. She snorted at the thought of it. For him, helping in the bar meant. Hopewell deaths are l6 warriors, all from the A-team and your bodyguard. Oh, plus a little girl." Huh? NOT..." Huh? Oh! No, not Mayoni. A girl I didn't know. She lost her balance on the ridgeline from the smoke, fell into the gorge... It's very sad..." What's the status of our ammo supply?" You fired everything you had, right?" Yeah, 5 mags with 2 full sets of reloads, 225 rounds." I fired about half that. We have 134 rounds left, enough to refill the clips and 14 extra. It's not much. The days. Dammit! I couldn't deny it. The thought of fucking Tiffany was foremost on my mind."I do," I practically whispered."So why don't you?" she asked.I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. I looked into her face, spotted her lips, and pulled her back to me. I kissed her firmly. Tiffany moaned into my mouth.I felt like I was on fire now. I so badly wanted her. I was no longer in control. I reached my hand out, grabbed her left tit firmly, and gave it a strong squeeze. Her hands ran up and down. As we were into liplock, I slowly penetrated my dick into her kingdom, and she just kept her eyes closed and pulled my hair with more force and enthusiasm. Tears were rolling from her eyes.I finished the first stroke. We were still in a lip lock position. I moved down for the second stroke, and now it seemed that she was comfortable. After a few slow strokes, I broke the liplock and started stroking her harder and faster. She was now smiling and moaning with joy.I was adjusting my strokes as.