At first, I thought that I would just ride out the one I was caught in, since the wind was coming from my back. But, it became obvious that I was goin... to have to hole up somewhere just to save my horse. I looked around as much as I dared, hoping to find a suitable place to get us out of the wind and the sand.Finally, I spotted a low cliff that looked promising. I made sure it was not a part of a watercourse, and gratefully hunkered down. I hobbled my horse, stripped off the saddle, and put on. The changeovers continued like that for a surprising number of times. It was all a bit hazy, I was so tired I barely noticed as the one fucking me changed, but I was sure that they had changed at least fifteen times. That meant that they had fucked me at least five times each, which was impressive, especially for the older driver. Eventually I began to notice pressure on my bladder and I told whichever one it was that had just finished screwing me that I had to pee. He said okay and as he left. Of course,now I know that if I didn't specify a gender it was up to the genie todecide what gender one gets.Like every day I sigh at the display. There were just the cutest 5-inchheels. Right there and yet out of reach. To expensive. Especially forsomeone who lives on tips alone. Yes, I know. I bitch about how I am notused to being a woman and then rave about a pair of heels I can't afford.Well, the truth is that my feet are that of a supermodel too. That meansthe muscles of my calves are. Give me a week, Sir, and we’ll be up to speed.”“You’ve got a week Sergeant Major. I have full confidence in you.”“OK, Next on the list is S4, Captain Reynolds, how are our provisions?”A portly gentleman stood. Partially balding and wearing glasses, “Sir, given what We know of the inventory of the first group, and the inventory of the second group. And a rough estimate of the size and available inventory already in place. I would estimate six months before we run into any serious food.