The helicopter pad was a small, unmarked concrete area on the South end of the complex. Aside from a tattered orange windsock, there was nothing more ...o signify its purpose. A solid black, medium-sized helicopter sat on the pad, blades slowly rotating and winding down. Gene covered his face with the thin cloth he'd been given by Anna, and waited with her a couple dozen yards away.The wind and blowing sand settled and a figure stepped out of the bird. He was right out of Magnum P.I, a. You see, in the webcam site there can or doesn't have to have volume to the sex shows. We sometimes used music loud and we were muffled or covered up completely. Tom would laugh and say, "hon, they want the music 'off'' so they can hear you scream when you cum"! These strangers gang-banging me tonite where aware of this and told Tom to turn the speakers up so everybody could hear the comments and orderes being made on our end. I didn't care anymore and was getting into this more and more as. Sarah whined. Kels got out and opened my door for me. I exited. Sarah looked up expectantly. "No, you made a mess. Clean it up, Thats it suck." Kels held Sarahs face to the seat and made sure she got every drop. She then took her golden hair and used it to mop the rest of the wetness from the seat. In the mean time, Mr. Driver called back and explained that he didn't have the bus tonight but a limo. There was a "birthday" party and he said they were some pretty randy women. He could tell. No pain is allowed. (Not then and definitely not now.) ‘Hush little one- for those iron clad horsemen have no business here’ The average (formally saintly) woman lied. See the defiantly hoofed creatures pound into the drought infested lands- lands’ decay fed upon by locust’s cast. (They are deemed holy only by what is THEIR destiny.) Their proximity gives them away- the horsemen gathered four. As they arrived steamy clouds of soup poured from their nostrils in a heated pant. Their neigh is.