”They split off into two groups, climbing over the crest of the dune and making their way down the sheer face, sliding in the loose sand as they wen.... The storm never let up, whipping against Brenner’s visor like he was being sand-blasted, the howling wind audible even through his helmet.“How the hell does anyone survive in this shit?” Hoff muttered, taking up the rear. He was speaking over the team’s ad-hoc network, they wouldn’t even have been able to shout to make themselves heard over this. Lets come to my story now. This was 6 Months back in Mumbai, India. I was working as an analyst in company, under a cute Punjabi Boss Mrs Anita. She was 36, 5ft 6 inch, with perfect curves. No one would think of having sex with her. She was so aggressive, very strict and used to maintain distance with every guy in our company. I never realized my dreams come true that time. One fine Saturday afternoon, we got some major problem relating to our main product system.I tried to figure it out all. . you never change people back after they've gotten themselvestransformed in one of your games." But that would take all the fun out of it!" But you could give them a *chance* to change back, and watch them gettheir hopes up. And they'd have a chance -- maybe just a slight chance-- of winning their old form back; that would make it more interestingfor you." I like the way you think. I might knock thirty seconds off your termof indenture for that!"Pip sighed. Another million good ideas like. With the added force her slowly pushed forward. First the tip. Sara screamed and cried out for help. The thick cock began to spread her tight lips, driving deeper, stretching her.“God, please help me,” she whimpered.Her gold cross was tucked tightly between her chest and the floor. She let out a piercing screech as he drove into her. Sara was being split in half. Her tiny pussy wasn’t able to take so much.After what felt like an eternity of tears and shrieking, Neptune was fully buried in her.