Her face possessed a delightful innocence, with slightly freckled nose and sulky full lips, she was maybe 12 or 13 years old. Without doubt she rated ... '10' in my book.I had been in diner less than half an hour,this might be my lucky day. I continued to study her, as she looked uncertainly around the diner,she was dressed in the usual teenage uniform, short dark skirt over equally dark tights, boots and baggy top, there was an old kaki knapsack on her back. A runaway if ever I saw one.No one. The selection process included all the politicians as well. They went into whatever group they were affiliated with. While the fat man and my soldiers did that, I got on the line to Richards again."Talk to me Richards," I said into my translator, "and tell me about the situation." The grounds and the buildings are now secure," the man responded after a moment of silence. "Currently I'm identifying people in the tower and the bungalows and I'm teleporting the slaves out of those locations and. Again, John was not far behind. By now, everybody on the two houseboats had been alerted that there was some sort of danger in sight.I had my M-16 loaded and ready. The selector was on full automatic and the safety was off. All I had to do was touch the trigger to send out a spray of lethal bullets. I didn't check, but I was sure John was just as ready as I was. Meanwhile, all of our other people were arming themselves and getting ready for a fight.The lead speedboat pulled alongside about 50. The sight of his black hands against her pale skin excited him all the more and he now moved at pace, taking his pleasure, to borrow Jutta’s phrase, as he would with a whore. Smack, smack, smack, his balls slapped against Jutta’s lips and swollen button, and she was once again overtaken by tremorous contractions. The extra grip on his cock was all Nero needed to trip his last bit of control, and he shot his warm seed deep into his wife’s womb. They lay together, sweating, breathless, whispering.