There was air. She wasn?t buried alive. At least not yet.Once her other arm and then legs were free she began pounding on thecoffin. They were flimsy ...hings, nailed together. Not really designedfor the purpose of keeping someone in. As she kicked away, in spite ofher belief, she could not totally discount that she was about to crushherself with dirt once she breached her own casing. Choking on dirt todie seemed worse to her than running out of air. But she had to trustwhat she felt she knew.She. His hips pistoned backwards and forwards, slapping into her thighs with a flat thock, thock sound as he endeavoured to get as deep inside as possible. She reached up and clasped her wrists behind his neck, opening her mouth and accepting his tongue as he continued to ride her, trying to match his rhythm with the thrust of her own pelvis.Soon the inevitable began to overtake them, he, feeling the pressure building at the base of his cock, she, reaching down to finger her clit in an attempt to. There are no other obstructions in yourvagina. Did you experience much pain? Was there any bleeding?" One time there was a bit of blood, I think. It was a bit uncomfortable atfirst, but then it was quite nice really." Mandy blushed, realising how thismight sound. "What I mean is, it wasn't so bad after that. Oh god!" shemuttered at the end, covering her face with her hands.Cynthia smiled, in spite of having seen and heard it all before, and muchmore besides. "So this is what you wanted?" she. “I brought four more teams to help. They’re waiting at the cantina,” I said in Apache. “Use Apache while we’re out here. Now, let’s figure out the best places to use them. Show me where the raids were.”Ed took the coffee service off the table and put it on a small side table, while Esteban picked up the map and laid it on the table.“The yellow pins show where the raids were, five of them so far, starting in the north and then swinging in an arc to the west and south,” Ed said pointing at each.