“What I can’t figure out is what happened to the wagon tracks. Them freight wagons are heavy even when they’re empty and these weren’t empty. ...o, they’re here somewhere we just have to find them. Once we do, they’ll be easy pickings. After all, if the six of us can’t handle five freight drivers we don’t deserve to get rich by being bandits.”“What you say makes sense, Pete, but after today I’m not going to spend any more time looking for these phantom wagons. Who knows how much we’re losing. Damn she was horny and she wanted her cunt eaten right now. Soon she had her hips humping like a locomotive on a track. She just couldn’t help herself. The feeling of Mike darting his tongue deep inside her was more than she could stand. She looked back to see Claire dining on his cock! Then she watched as Claire stood up and straddled his rock hard cock. “Oh that’s what I want Daddy! I want the entire dick you have to offer!” His cock cut into her cunt like butter, as she slid her cunt up and. "I don't know," she said, pretending distress. "I don't know what the market's coming to these days. An honest owner shouldn't have to put up with this kind of skepticism, Goodness! Can't you what an opportunity you have!" She sighed. "Ah, well. All in a day's work." She unfastened the three pins holding the costume together at the side and let the sheet drape from the cord.Helen shuddered at the taut boldness of her exposed left thigh. The tiny miniskirt Vanessa had designed was shockingly. I plumped up my basque withfake breasts. Finally I slipped on my black lacy knickers, over my garters.Settling down in front of a large, dressing-room stle mirror, I set aboutputting on my make-up. Dark whorish lipstick, foundation and blush. Iplumped up my eyelashes to give me a sultry look. The final touch was theblonde wig I clasped to my hair.Slipping my feet into high-heels and donning a sheer, see-through dark gown,I looked at the guard and told him I was ready. He.