Kristy wasn't a big drinker, but had one with us while we finished catching up, after two drinks it was getting late, my parents excused themselves an... went to bed, Kristy said she had to be going as well. It was dark now and she had to get home to care for her animals. I walked her out to her car hugging her as we walked, she opened her door standing in there looking at me with a look I had never seen inher eyes before. She reached out grabbing my lapel pulling me towards her, wrapping her. I asked the same question and you gave the same reply. I was having too much fun and started laughing. I jokingly asked "and what exactly were you planning on doing with these pictures?" You said "do you really want to know?" Finishing my drink I said, " no, show me," and handed you the phone.You smiled and started rubbing your cock through your pants. I smiled back and said "oh was that all?" Then you started undoing your belt and opened up your pants, your bulge sticking out hard. You started. Any muscular effort wouldhave merely pressed her more firmly into position. She was utterly in the powerof the machine. Strangely, the fact of being secure and helpless excited her. There was noescape from her fate, a fate she had dreamed of ever since her earliest memories.It was time to be spitted, time for her spitted, wriggling body to be roastedover the heat of a barbecue pit, time for her delicious, roasted flesh to beenjoyed, but too late now for misgivings or regrets. This was an. George worked out a search grid while I trained a few interested people in how to find what we needed. We had made some aerial photographs that served as maps, as one of the first projects for our earliest Zeppelins. George used these photos to plan out his search schedule. A few places looked particularly interesting, so prospectors were sent to those grids first. We would cover the whole area before we quit, but the most attractive were at the top of the list.Enough people were interested.