For them the first order of business was to unload the chopper so the mechanics could go to work putting it together and test it out.At the embassy, a...ter a quick meeting with Ambassador Bernardi and introductions, he informed me that he too wanted to fly to Entebbe to check things out.The truck and trailer left as soon as we got to the embassy; the chopper, Suburban and one of the cars Andy had bought left 45 minutes later.When we landed, Hanna was already filming; the truck was in the process. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast and was starving. Food, a shower and a dry bed out of the rain were luxuries that she couldn’t afford to pass up.And that’s how she met Glenn. He was a drunk, drug addict and sometimes would have a job, but usually didn’t. He rarely bathed, had a bad temper and would hit her often, but Glenn gave her a place to stay, and despite being a rat-infested ramshackle shack, that was everything. It provided Barbara some semblance of the life and home that she once had.. He was obviously thinking and he simply said "come with me". We left the cafe and made our way to his car which was parked in a nearby street. As soon as we got in he said if I could make him cum he would take me back to his place and finish the job. He undid his zipper and pulled out a not too big and not to small uncut cock and snuggled back into the seat. So, the challenge was on, and despite the fact it was still daylight I leaned over and got to work. I began by running my tongue around. He pummelled his rod deep inside her, his cum filled balls slapped hard against her clit with each stroke. With one hand he grabbed her hair and pulled back, lifting her head off of the bed."Are you my nasty whore?" he groaned.Tiffany didn't answer; she just continued to groan as she enjoyed his cock. He spanked her."Fucking answer me. Are my nasty whore?"This time she answered. "Yes. Yes I'm your nasty whore." she groaned. He let go of her hair and turned her head to look at the wall mirror..