At 730 she left to go to Amys house. Bye dad im going to Amys dont do anything bad Angel loved to wear cut shorts. It showed off her ass amazingly and...she loved to have guys(even girls) stare at it as she walked by. She also wore a very low cut shirt that exposes maybe a little too much cleavage but she didnt care she just like to taunt all the boys knowing she can have anyone she wants.Angel walked her way down to the main part of the vault when she was intercepted by 3 guys she knew very. My membership in an oppressed minority as a child had led to several mild obsessions. One had been the history of oppression. Another was the martial arts, which had given me the confidence and tools to resist oppression without actually resorting to combat. And, in a combination of the two, I'd studied the various freedom movements where a repressed minority sought to overcome the forces that 'kept them down.'It was that last study that formed my actions the next several days, as I undertook. Frozen, she could not voluntarily move. Was she still dreaming, or was she awake? She still felt a hand on her breast. The cock she felt in her dreams was still hard and it was pressing between her ass cheeks. Helen was puzzled. If she was still dreaming, why was she wondering if she was awake? If she was awake, why was she still feeling the hand on her tit and the cock between her ass cheeks? Very puzzling, indeed. Unless...The sudden crack of thunder snapped her out of her half-sleep.. The man said, "I'm shore glad ta see y'all. I been here overnight, an' I thought nobody wuz ever gonna come along. Kin y'all he'p me, please? My leg's broken an' I can't git offen this dumb hoss by myself. My name is Jack Butcher an' I live over in Dona Ana county."Bill said, "Shore, Jack, we'll he'p ya. I'm Bill Jones an' this here is Hank Prescott. Let us git rigged up, we'll be right back."The two men returned to the buckboard and got two lengths of rope. One of each was fastened to the.