Knowing next to nothing about diamonds, I couldn’t tell if they were real, fake, good quality, or industrial grade. Another similar bag held red gem...tones from the size of a pencil eraser to that of a nickel. Two more bags each held blue and green gemstones in the same sizes. The final section of the floor was filled with more bundled hundred-dollar bills, just like the ones we had found in the tunnel’s cell in the duffel bags, just not nearly as many.“Okay, Mr. Expert,” Sylvia, teased, “How. " I do," he held her wrists to restrain her long nails from raking across the skin of this back."I don't," she said angrily through gritted teeth.His cock was at her opening as she tried scooting backwards away from him. He kept going forward. Yvette ran out of room as her head, neck and shoulders were against the bedboard. "Get off of me," she snarled."Too late," he laughed as his penis plunged all the way in."I'll get you for this," she warned. She tried to bring a knee to his balls but was. After a while Jim asked if we wanted to play onthe Internet and we watched with interest as he broughtup a newsgroup featuring nude pictures of other peopleswives – we viewed a few and critisised them and then Jimsuggested we should post one of Kathy as she was betterlooking than any so far. Kathy took the bait and askedhow that could be done – and Jim produced a Poloroid,took a quick facial snap, scanned it and posted it tothe newsgroup. He then downloaded it back onto hisscreen. We put our shoes next to the girls’, and our pants and underwear went airborne never again to be seen. “Come on, get naked with us,” Veronica insisted to the old guy. “I have to get my Viagra out of the truck,” the geezer said. Veronica looked disappointed. Then she looked at me. “No Viagra needed there,” she observed. My beaver basher was ready for action. Josh’s little soldier was at full attention. We had gathered a crowd of onlookers. No kids thank God, but about two dozen adults were.