"Yeah, but when we came up with that plan, I already had access, so I figured I might as well use everything at my disposal."Scott's eyes narrowed, hi... thick eyebrows bunching together above his nose. "How long have you had access to the classified sections?"Jer shrugged and took another drink. "Half a year, maybe a little longer."Scott gasped. "Why? Why'd you break in?"Jer clenched his jaw, holding distant feelings in check. "I had to find out what happened to someone. It was classified." He. Jessica stood on her tip toes trying to prevent him from sticking his finger any deeper. With his finger in her ass hole, Rick grabbed her support rope with the other hand and pulled up all of her slack. He pulled out his finger and positioned the plug just at her forbidden entrance. Rick then cranked the tripod up inserting the plug just an inch in. Jessica tried to get higher, but she was at her limit. Rick stood behind her and grabbed the rope that secured her on her toes. He gently released. Dale’s vision was still blurred but she could make out that Mary and the others were also being led to the caning horses. Once there, she was positioned sideways on and then pushed gently over it, and then felt her wrist cuffs being connected to what she knew was a clasp quite close to the floor. Further leather clasps were then tied around her thighs and her ankles, and finally, a leather strap was tied across her waist. She knew that she was secured to the caning horse with her bottom perched. What are snakeheads?" Roger asked.Ben thought for a minute, "Like the Mexicans call coyotes. They are contractors that arrange for the travel and lodging while the people are in transit."Four men were pushed out on the stage and Ben reached out and dimmed the lights in the room so that no one could see into the room they were sitting in. A man that was apparently the auctioneer came out on the stage and began to shout at the bidders in Chinese. The men started yelling and pushing forward so.