It was called Iceland for an incredibly good reason.After three weeks of travelling into even colder weather than they had experienced in Bavindor, th...y made it to Iceland. It had been a shitty trip. The freezing salty winds caused the skin around Albert’s scar to dry and crack, and he developed a rash. The rash looked like small pimple sized sores. They spread along the scar and then extended to cover his cheek, nose and all over his chin.The sores wept. Albert needed the bandages for real,. The pain in his feet was intense so he gave up and crawled back to where Dwayne was. ‘Here, man,’ Paul wheezed and cut the cords of the cage, then cut the cords that secured Dwayne’s wrists. Dwayne nearly screamed as his own raw feet touched the stone and twig littered ground, but managed to go to the third cage and cut it open. ‘I’m going back, fuck, can’t believe I forgot to get those fucking guns,’ Paul hissed. ‘You’re in charge of getting them out of them fucking cages.’ Lieutenant Glass. .Brenda put me on my back. My head was on a pillow at the headboard. She had a forceful way about her now. On her knees, between my legs she went down on my cock with a growl in her throat. For all the strength of her body and personality her mouth was indescribably gentle. She would take the whole shaft into her mouth quickly, with the mouth wide open. Then she would draw her face off of it, slowly while rocking her head side to side. Again, with a throaty growl, envelope it all, like an. “I’d cooperate if I were you.” He said roughly in a deep voice.He then took my hands that were pinned and started to tie them with a rope, then to the bedpost. He secured it with a tight not, I tried to wiggle my hands free but it was no use, they were tight in place. Just then he started to push my top up, exposing my breasts. His hands were cold making my nipples hard. I tried to shove him off with my feet. It was no use he was to strong. I whimpered. He seemed to enjoy my response, He.