Once we were sealed inside the house I removed the handcuffs. She did not play with the bag but I knew it was uncomfortable so I would replace that to....Fort Zero is designed in layers. You may know a Spanish hacienda is designed to enclose a central courtyard. Here there is no courtyard, instead there is another house. A “safe” house. The rooms of the outside house have windows and doors. The rooms on the inside house are sealed off with cinder blocks reinforced with steel, and locked, hidden. There were people inside, true. It was packed... however, nothing moved. All lay dead with broken limbs, necks, some stripped with their belt wrapped around their penis, others having traces of all sorts of excretions on them. All - except for one. With a sure step, a muscular man with a blonde hair stack walked onto the platform, and looked around. He saw the many faces of these weaklings only waiting for him to show them their place. And he would. Dressed in a white, slightly torn-up judo gi,. Still, a young man’s third fuck partner in less than a year was unlikely to have been unfulfilling. For, him it had been quite thrilling. This was a real woman, not another tentative and inexperienced eighteen-year-old girl. She was far more responsive than his previous two partners had been and more vocal. She was experienced, she had fucked before, evidently often, liked fucking and knew what she needed. She had taken his rock hard young organ in her hot, wet and accommodating mouth within. “Sorry, your American accent is a dead give-away.”“I’m sure it is,” Michael agreed. “Jim and I both graduated from Syracuse University in up-state New York.”“It’s a good school, from what I have heard,” Nicolas said.“It is,” Michael agreed. “Where had you and the Desjardins gone when we stopped by earlier? Jim and I were afraid we would have to leave you behind to the hurricane’s mercies.”“We got up early to hike down to White Hill,” Nicolas explained. Michael gave him a blank look. “White Hill.