Basel thought she looked totally relaxed, a sizable contrast to his own feelings."What's the air temperature?" she asked."Right now, -41C, a typical d...wn temperature for this time of year."Eliana gave a small laugh as she continued her engine test. "Sure is different than living in Cuba! And I thought Bandar Arenas was cold..." Well, the gulf stream is expected to start up again within the next decade. Once that happens, the climate here should warm considerably. And the summers here are quite. Suddenly he stops and pulls me up, turns me around and bends forward, loosens my body and I feel that he puts a plug in my ass instead of his cock in my cunt. My master walks away, Suddenly I hear a click and I know that he has taken a picture, then I feel that he is re-attaching the body.pulls me up and tells me to sit down, suddenly I know I'm at the picnic bench.I sit down, "lie down and spread your legs," says my Master. I do everything he says obediently. And again I hear a click.'Ass up'. I nodded for a third time. "Meet me there in 10 minutes," he said, leaving. I took my time driving my little pony to Arnold's. I was racking my brain trying to remember where I'd seen the guy before.I walked into the bar and looked around. I spotted the guy sitting at a table with a big Hispanic man. I joined them."Chris, first I want to thank you for saving my bacon 16 months ago. That guy came out of nowhere. If you hadn't stopped him, he might've killed me and Sarah," said the man."Now, I. Eh, what are you going to do, right? People like to know names. His was Michael. We were walking back to his place, making small talk; that type of talk that says, “When we can get to a place where nobody can see us, I expect to have your dick buried inside me.” We finally got to what I thought was his place. We stepped inside the apartment, and instantly I started taking off clothes. I figure that we were going to be naked at some point that night anyway; why prolong the inevitable? Before.