For two weeks I watched as bad things were done to them and the others. At the time I couldn't do anything about it. Then with the help of one of my p...rtners, we made a plan to get several of them out and then we were going to shut the bad place down.Well we were almost ready when we heard some really bad news. All the test subjects were going to be killed so other scientists could study them. Well my partner and me couldn't allow that.So we set the plan we made into action. My beloved Mandy. They practically skidded to a halt and looked over their find. The Indians were apparently pleased at finding us so easily, as if it had taken great skill to hunt us down. That was a rather silly attitude, because any one over three years old could have followed the trail of our horses. Shod hooves leave a very distinctive trail over this type of ground, and we had made no effort to cover our tracks. Oh, well, that was just another indication of their immaturity.A couple of the more impetuous. I tried surfing the internet on my tablet but I just couldn’t concentrate. Ryan’s made a space for the bike in front of the window so that I can get some fresh air while I’m cycling. Well that’s what he told me but I thought that maybe it was for Mr. Perv to watch my nude cycling exercise. He must know about the dildo sticking up through the saddle and fucking me as I peddle because he’ll have seen it when I’m not riding it. Ryan drove us to his parent’s the other week and we came back with. Quite the opposite."Would you invite me in, please?" he asked.His voice was rich, deep, and had the essence of manliness. He was wearing designer jeans, black shoes, a sharp button down shirt, and an expensive leather jacket. Needless to say, judging strictly by his clothes, he wasn't a poor person by any means.I wasn't terribly tall, only 5'7" and just over 6" when wearing heels. This gentlemen still towered over me, despite my tall boots."I, uh, sure, um come in," I said, stepping aside, very.