I put a blanket on the work bench, which I used as a dining table, and began to pile weapons on it. First, I put in the light sniper rifle. I had thre... of sniper rifles but the one I chose was the .22magnum bolt action, single shot Remington. I had a letter from the man who supposedly used the rifle in the cross country rifle Winter Olympic trials of the 1950s. It was a highly accurate, lightweight weapon and would be easy to carry forever, if need be.Beside it I laid my Chinese AK47 set up. She finds herself outside and the two men standing in front of her are two she has never seen before. And they seem to be talking about her!“Those ferals sure had a good time with this one,” the tall blond one is saying.“It’s not often we get one broken in already,” the other with brown, short hair and beard says with a chuckle.“Look, Rob,” the blond one says, slapping the other’s chest with the back of his hand. “She’s awake.”Rob looks down at Page and a repulsively sadistic smile form on his. The Bar was pleasant – a long bar, stools, tables round the sides with comfy wrap round seating. There was an old guy behind the bar leant over, engrossed in conversation with some locals, not batting an eyelid as I walked in. I was a bit surprised really, because I usually get a glance my way.I always thought I was pretty good looking – always with knee length skirt, to show off my shapely tanned long legs. My hair brown, shoulder length and full, always done to look good for customers. I take. I had to tell her to stop or I was going to cum. She laughed and said,” We don’t want that, now do we?” I had Sue lay on her back. In this position, I was able to get between her legs and lick her vagina. I rubbed my face all over her pussy. Before long, my face was covered in her juices. All I was thinking was how good her pussy smelled and tasted. Her pussy was so wet from my saliva and her girl nectar, that it was dripping down her butt. I couldn’t take any more of this action, I needed my.