With martial law they had fast tracked so many for deportation that there was a shortage of planes to carry them to back to Mexico, Guatemala, Hondura... and Nicaragua. Two hundred thousand had been deported to Mexico alone and it was estimated that another two hundred thousand had left on their own.It was only a drop in the bucket to the estimated twenty million thought to be in California alone.Another was a note from the Navy. The Truman and Washington were at sea and had completed all. ‘You’re still leading the life of a criminal, Miss…’ He stopped abruptly. ‘You’ve not told me your name,’ he said to her. A smile hovered on her lips for a moment as she toyed with the idea of not telling him. She decided she wanted to hear him say her name and answered. ‘Please forgive my oversight. I am Catherine Veleslav, Captain of the Perun.’ ‘Veleslav? Perun?’ he asked. ‘Those names sound very Slavic,’ he commented. ‘Very astute of you Mr. Kincaid. They’re Russian to be precise. I was. Strange that Beth and Eliot go the same direction when leaving; their houses are no where near each other and there’s no easily feasible way of getting to the other one by the direction they both take. That familiar feeling that something was up began to grow inside Mr. Carson.Jessica and Anne woke and went upstairs for breakfast. Neither could believe that they had slept so late. The house was clear of everyone, everyone except for Ray. Jessica looked at him and questioned him. Ray explained. “Good, because my balls are heavy with cocktail juice,” Luiz informed me.As he lifted his torso, Luiz now placed my legs over his shoulders. With his body supported on one outstretched arm, Luiz began to guide his wet dick into my arse. I was so horny at this point, that the massive displacement was far less uncomfortable than I would have suspected. Once all in, he began to buck and sway his hips in a sensuous rhumba rhythm.Luiz’s free hand now moved to my face, as he started smearing his.