The first two names would race each other and the winner of the first heat would later race the winner of the second heat. Each final winner, one man ...nd one woman, would receive a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. The losers would each receive a bottle of soda. Several names for smaller prizes were drawn first, the winners being greeted with cheers. Then it was time to draw the names of the race contestants. First, two women’s names would be drawn, then two men’s names. The women’s race would. He did not stop pressing forward and soon he could feel the tip of his pole pushing past the tube of muscle into the softer — more elastic — flesh of her bowels. Deeper! Deeper inside my butt!”Manini called out, her voice becoming shrill with her rising pleasure. She knew that she had the ability to actually orgasm inside her ass if she were fucked in that hole properly. Manini could tell that Mousa had all of the skills necessary to get her anal rocks off hard and good. The dude pressed. "Poor little pink creature." Dog punctuated his thought with a "Whuf" sound. He continued, "Besides, I knew where they were and told you their location. A thief hid them there a little over a hundred years ago and I saw him. So they're really not yours either. Don't be so greedy. See how happy your father and mother are."Brian considered his parents happiness for a minute and grudgingly agreed. "Yeah, you're right, Dog. Still I wish I had just one of them."Dog sent another thought to Brian,. Over double, maybe even triple.A good looking, mid-twenties woman pulled out a chair and joined us. Uninvited and unasked. Short blonde hair, light blue eyes, moderately pretty, very erect posture. Wearing casual dressy attire. And very similar to all of the rest of the mercenaries.Someone was trying not to stand out. Even if she did.If she wasn’t military intelligence, I would eat my helmet. Same with being a Hunter.“May I join you? I’m Natasha.”“Who let you sit here?” An irritated Jude asked.