The big man named Loopy was there, along with four others. Two carried shotguns. Loopy was talking into a two-way radio. He clipped the radio to his b...lt and told the others,"Okay, time to get these sluts up and moving. Our great white hunters are on their way."He walked over to an iron triangle hanging from a pole and began banging it with an iron rod. The clanging was louder than Greta had expected. She retreated to the bed where Mariah was awakening in confusion. The other women were also. I had gotten passed the powder without drawing a bullet, and that made me breathe a little easier, but I wasn't home free. Dammit, this tunnel was a dead end. I came to the end of the tunnel without finding anything else of note, so I turned around to rejoin Mike.Mike's report:I was really worried about what Abi might find, but I had to pay attention to my own job if I didn't want to wind up as one of those fatality statistics. This section of tunnel was just well enough lit by torches that I. In short, I was starting to think all sorts of sexual thoughts and, all of a sudden, being shipwrecked didn't seem like such a bad thing.She continued to bathe for another ten minutes, or so, then worked her way over to the edge of the pool. It was then that I noticed her clothes sitting on a rock. She climbed out of the water and brushed as much water from her skin as she could then lay down on the rock next to her clothes. I figured she must have wanted to air dry a bit before getting. Geeta finally let go of my dick and I took my drenched hand out of her sari. We sat back against the headboard, recovering from the climax we had just hit. Her breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. Beads of sweat ran down her face and onto her chest, escaping into her cleavage. I as well was covered in sweat and struggling to catch my breath. As I sat back in the bed, I could not help but wonder what had prompted this whole situation to take place. After all, it was.