To my surprise Victor showed up to watch the hostage rescue. I had new thermal images from the agency hangar in the back to work with. The agency was ...lways evaluating new equipment and procedures and more than willing to use it.Special agent Kevin Parks was the manager of the agency hangar and research team stationed at Morton Field. After the Atlantic 709 issues had gone away, Hanna's station ran the rescue clips again in a different news slot; Kevin had seen them.Friday morning when we were. Not only that, but her cunt grabbed him as well, pulsating around his cock with elastic firmness.Karen caught her breath as she felt her brother shove his finger up her asshole, and admired his skill. He was careful to use the ball of his finger against her sensitive, silken lining as he massaged it. Gradually, she loosened, and soon felt his palm press against the crack of her ass."Oh, Jack," she groaned, "that feels great! Dig it into me, big brother, scrape my hot ass harder! Fuck me, move. He was wearing a big sweatshirt with holes so you can see his exposed skin as well as stains all over his shirt. Also has a pair of broken down jeans on him, wearing nothing but sandals on his feet.He has an open smile showing his teeth to me, with one front tooth missing.I know he can’t be from around here, I am guessing he is from the refugee program that happened about two years ago.I zone out a bit when I hear his voice say in broken german “Ello mam nybody home.”I answer him awkwardly. Don't worry, I'll bring you to the best doctor in Britain." Bedivere, you are a loyal friend, but it's unnecessary. I already feel the taste of death in my mouth. Nothing can be done."The man called Bedivere stood up. He didn't say anything, but two streams of tear ran down on his cheeks.After a while, the wounded man spoke again:"Bedivere my friend, can you listen to my last request?”"Your Majesty, please give your order. I'll complete it, even if the cost is my own life."The wounded man drew.