The address led to a mailbox and a long dirt road winding off into a wooded area. This was better than I could have hoped for. I was certain it would ...ake some forceful persuasion to convince these guys to tell me what I needed to know, and the remote nature of their 'clubhouse' would limit random people from seeing something and calling the cops.Of course, that is almost certainly why they set it up this way. It was a safe bet a lot of what they got up to would be on the grayer side of the. Privately, Rambo had his doubts, knowing his master as he did. He also thought knocking one off the wrist wasn’t such a good idea either, but who could tell with these silly sacks of crap.The evening went reasonably well. Rambo had only had to nip her infuriating pet poodle once to stop it sniffing his bollocks. The poodle, mollified, had scooted back to the farm with her pom-pom med tail stuck up her arse. Inevitably, Gary and Betty ended up in the barn. All evening, the tension had been. We'll be swapping over, so run back and tell the messenger that we're gonna be the Backfist. Get their arses up here pronto! I want them at the Swamp giving cover as the others prance about to get there. We'll move forward a bit over to that rock formation and give both groups cover. Now move it!'Everyone double tapped their chest and started grabbing their things. Harper started picking up Baker's belongings as well to give him once he got back from the messenger.With one final check over to. “Are you enjoying yourself?” “Yes, yes I am. You are amazing, and I can’t believe I am actually here.” “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting up. “Ever since I saw you last year, I’ve thought about this night, about being here with you, Emma. I can’t believe that you are here, naked, lying below me.” Kevin said leaning down for another kiss. “You are the one thing I’ve been dreaming of for the last 6 months and I can’t believe your mine.” As his tongue probed my mouth, his fingers reentered me,.