The old broad could really fuck.I had an idea.I turned around and went down to talk to Stoney. He desperately wanted a DVD player, but he didn’t...have enough cash. When I got to the basement, I told him I’d lined up a DVD player for him. He had to go down to Fat Jack’s and pick it up. Fat Jack was a pawnbroker who ran a shop off Flatbush, a 20 minute drive. I’d forgotten that I told Fat Jack to expect tonight around six. If he hurried, he could make it in time. Stoney was. Don?t worry, I will let the police know where youare,? she said as she left. ?I already checked out the area. You pickeda nice place to stop; we?re right off I-70, and from the map by therestrooms, I saw that there?s a Colorado State Patrol station just upthe road. I doubt it will take them very long to get here.?John tried to get free, but the rope was too tight. A sense of dreadbegan to fill his body, and he began to sob uncontrollably.TC heard his whimpering, but she felt no pity for him. He. Look, who led the team a couple of years back in Angola that took out the entire rebel leadership cadre? And, who organized the rescue of that group of mining engineers held hostage in Somalia? And disposed of the hostage takers in the process? Yes, you might say I've seen my share of wet work."She had the iciest set of blue eyes he had ever seen. And, they seemed to be staring right through him, right past his defenses, right into his innermost soul."Very impressive, Miss... Ms... ?" Corliss.. "Oooooo, God. I'm in heaven."Numb, her head spinning, Patsy's eyes traveled from one girl to another as each one, turned-on by watching Cloud chew her off, climaxed. Mary was sprawled out on the ground, her fingers lunging into her cunt. Ellen was on Cloud's back, jerking and screaming. Tracy straddled a saddle horn, her squeals of pleasure louder than them all as she impaled herself."I'm falling," Ellen cried, and tumbled from the horse. "Aghhhhh!" She toppled off Cloud's back, winding up.