He printed it and then took ten more pictures of Cheyenne Mountain. The computer only tracked the last ten photographs taken. It tracked much farther ...ack if the photos were sent somewhere, but as long as all he did was print them at his terminal, it was assumed he was examining them with a magnifying glass or whatnot.He tucked the picture in the book he'd brought to read, assuming there was time to read. There had not been, but having a book was normal.It wasn't until he went to his sleep. I told him of my experiences that way. Before I knew it he had pulled of the main road into a deserted car park and his cock was out of his trousers and standing proud and he was encouraging me to play with it, well I was getting a ride home in a warm dry car so I decided it was like paying my way. I reached out and took him in hand and began to slowly stroke his shaft as he made encouraging noises urging me to take him in my mouth. I have to admit I was enjoying myself it had been a while. " For her part, she had no thought of moving. Indeed, she had no coherent thoughts at all. Her emotions were in such turmoil that she could not tell any difference between the pain and the pleasure which surged through her being.Whish ... THWACK!"Six," he whispered as he thrust again into her narrower passage. His jism from the earlier sodomy lubricated her back passage sufficiently for his entry to be smooth and relatively painless, but try as she might, she could not forget the brutal rape of. " Thorton said. "Look at me, I have two women in my life and they are both eager to do my bidding." He laughed and puffed on his ever present cigarbeing his usual fun-loving self."What can you tell me about the machine? How did it actually work?" Let me think," Thrton said blowing a cloud of cigar smoke at the floor. "It worked something like a laser ray only less dangerous, the machime emited a beam of light invisible to the eye unless you wore special glasses then you would see a.