Now, what?She needed to survive the night. Winter weather. Lions, tigers and bears."Welcome to Oz," she said. "Where's my yellow brick road?"She found...the professor's drones. No controller. She synched her specswith the drones.Oh, good. They weren't encrypted.She lofted one. Up, and around. She had good sight lines through all thebare trees.Not much fuel. 25% batteries.There was a river a few kilometers west. A big one. Nearly flat land in abroad river valley. Streams all around. A stream-cut. I heard the black man behind me whispering into my ear. His hard cock was pushing now between my ass cheeks.“Wait here, Hamid”. He told his friend, pushing me forward to the bathroom. He shut the door behind us and made me bend over the sink. He ripped off my black thong and pushed my head against the mirror, grabbing my hair between his hands. Then I felt his monster black cock deep inside my vagina in just one thrust. It was painful, I had no time to make my pussy wet. He pumped me like. The oil company's field office was just on the edge of one of those wheat fields. Actually, everything was at the edge of those wheat fields, since there were only about a dozen buildings in town. Briefcase in hand, I stretched my legs and then sauntered up the steps into the modular office building. Not much need for introductions. The handful of farmer's wives working in the office knew what I was there for. All the male employees were out in the oil patch. One of the ladies cordially pointed. Ysabet’s arrival had been a complete surprise. For all the time we have known her, Ysabet has kept to a punishing schedule of work and study, and the last I had heard she was expected to work over the holidays. One of the many complications in her life is that she has had a few visa problems, which have translated into a license for the suits at the hospital where she works to have her work pretty much when and how they say. However, I knew Jessica had taken an interest in changing this, and.