"Yeah, about 140 gold eagles. Considering a working man makes about 24 gold eagles a year, that's a lot of money." That's almost six years worth of a ...an's salary," Cassie said."Yep."I think we were all awed by the shear amount of gold we had found.It was almost noon when we got into Portland, so we stopped at the first tavern we saw and had a decent lunch. It wasn't as good as what we'd gotten in our last few stops, but it wasn't bad either.Portland had three banks, probably because of the. One final insult.Massimino’s site was called: M A D Bitches.Mutilation. Amputation. Decapitation.That’s all I’ll say about it.He taped those poor girls in that isolated, windowless, bomb shelter. No one could hear them scream.Morgan Fleetwood had left it up to Phillip Montgomery to tell me about M A D or not.Phillip didn’t hesitate, he knew how guilty we both felt about Bear.And I’m glad he told me. Glad that I forced myself to watch one grisly tape.I’d been sort of steeled by the two snuff. She tapped again. And then again. She started to encircle my tip with her tip. Until she slowly moved down into a point when her mouth touched it. She slowly enveloped my dick, going up the bone, very slowly passing the head, and then her mouth was full. She quickly pulled her head back, and just as quickly shoved her face back into it. She did so again, quickening. My teacher was face fucking me. And it felt fucking amazing. Miss Fay soon pushed her boundaries and began deep throating, moving. Below the coats were several pairs of wellington boots. ‘There’s water behind you if you want a drink, or to wash your mouth out,’ she said from the kitchen. I dragged myself upright, holding on to the bench. There was an old ceramic butler sink with a cold water tap. On the wooden draining board was a white enamel mug. My hands quivered as I half filled it, rinsed my mouth out, rinsed again and drank a couple of mouthfuls. ‘You can empty the bucket in there. That sink’s for dirty jobs like.