All the men are killed, the women tied up and placed in large carts pulled by strong horses.The journey lasts for days, through high mountain passes a...d lush green valleys. The women are looked after well, in that, whilst tied up, the soldiers do not touch them. They are fed well, and allowed to urinate and defecate at regular intervals. She counts at least ten carts, with at least ten women on each. They are not allowed to talk. A few of the women on her cart risk whispering to each other, and. He wrapped me in his strong arms and without my prompting was soon sampling the softness of my boobs, bare under the team shirt. The breath was taken out of me as he slammed my body against the concrete wall. This bloke was hot, hot for my body, hot to get his body between my thighs. He was almost eating me as we kissed which was something I love as a male tongue battles with mine. I was wearing a jean skirt of moderate length and the shirt; a bra was never necessary and as I had planned to. Eventually authorities were able to track his movements to his rented chopped, then ID’d enough fragments to know that they would not find said helicopter or its passengers.“He had a safe in his study as well as hid bedroom,” Casey said, handing a piece of paper to Althea. “The executor said I couldn’t give them to you until we arrived. Good luck.”Althea clutched the paper containing the combinations and quickly moved up the stairs. Her goal was to be here as brief a time as humanely. I walked down to Colleen's office and asked her if she could join me in my private space for an important discussion. She got a wide smile on her face and buzzed Winnie to meet us there.Colleen came into my office bedroom, pulling off her skirt and sweater. Her bra and panties followed within seconds, and she very nearly tackled me, she was so anxious to get to the 'good part.'Winnie unlocked the outer and inner doors, saw we were already inside, and locked up everything so we wouldn't be.