She picked these scraps up and examined them, wondering what they were and where they came from.They were dull shards of what seemed to be scrap metal... lacking any sheen or luster – so unlike the mask Asiara wore. At that thought, she reached to her face, wanting to feel the cold, beautiful silver of her mask. But when her fingers reached her face, they felt only soft, mud covered skin. The mask was gone!Could these scraps of metal be the remains of the mask, Asiara wondered? What had happened. ” I just chuckled and said that I would see her tomorrow. The next day, I went to work early so I could leave early and meet Judy for our afternoon fling. I got to the building and noticed she was already there, waiting in her car for me. I pulled in next to her and I was nearly out of breath when she got out of the car. She came dressed and ready to fuck. She was wearing tall black leather boots, a heavy white skirt, a black v-neck sweater, her hair was pulled back in a tight pony and she. Susan looked back over her shoulder at me and said "Hell no! Open that damn clamp!" Well, being an accommodating soul, I followed her orders and opened the clamp again.I didn't even pretend to rub her stomach first this time, but went straight for her clit with one hand and reached up and cupped a firm breast with the other, a fat nipple squeezed between my thumb and forefinger. Susan let out another screech and came on my fingers buried in her pussy almost immediately. I felt my hand get. “I didn’t think they’d be outside,” Happy Smith whined, looking at the driver of the wagon. “They might recognize us.” “Aw, who cares. Once we deliver this wagon to 3L they will all be dead anyway. Sit down, Smith,” the driver growled. “Seems like an awful bad waste of good women,” Smith growled. “Ever think we might be on the wrong side of this fight?” “If I thought you were serious, I’d shoot you were you sat,” the driver growled, biting a piece off his.