The engine huffed and puffed, pulling the cars out of the station with a rattle-clank and a cloud of smoke. Everyone crowded the windows to see what t...ey could, which wasn't much: they passed houses and farms all morning.In the afternoon, with the train rattling along at a fair rate of speed, they entered the first of the hills pushed up by the ice sheet. The tracks followed a river that had been carved out of the hills by the run-off from the ice sheet. Dark, tree-covered hills towered on. Okay?" "No problem Jess, I think I can cover the basics from here. Thanks for all you have done." and with that she left. oddly enough though, the door was slightly ajar. it didn't faze me for a minute though. I immediately pulled my shorts down some, and started to masturbate. I could feel it in my balls, that I was about to cum, when i noticed a pair of eyes watching my from the door. I froze, and just stared open mouthed. I didn't know whether to cover up, or keep going. I didn't. ‘Who would like first taste?’ asked my mistress of the room, ‘perhaps you, Lady Sandra?’ This had been directed at the hungry woman. Was she really a Lady? I wondered, but no, how foolish – this was a secret society – these names were chosen by the individuals. Still, to all extents and purposes she might as well have been.She strode across the room without a moment’s hesitation. Kicked the turntable until my ass was in front of her and then slowly, but firmly, pulled out my tail. They say you. I’m guessing his name was Tom Jackson. I’d also say John’s statement about checking up on the ranch and the uncle, was in response to a dying request from the young man.”Dan continued, “And if they were about the same size John could have swapped clothes with this young man, removed the chip, and put it in the kid’s hand about where it was on John’s hand. Since we’re not yet into DNA typing of our prisoners the only other key to the identity would be fingerprints. John somehow made a copy of.