"Why?" I said, and the lieutenant glared at me. His orders were that I should just watch and listen."They want to know where father buried his gold," ...he said. "That's why." Do they think you're a spy?" Foster asked, shaking his head.The woman laughed, a short bark. She shook her head, tossing away the hair from her face. "They say that, but its just nonsense. They think we've hidden money here." Have you?" the lieutenant asked.She clamped her mouth shut and glared at him. Then she looked at me. That is the period of time when most of the people panic. After that, you have ten minutes of muscle control, during which you can attempt to reach safety.If you are floating, or frozen to an ice shelf, you have about an hour before you lose consciousness. If nothing else, the best thing you can do would be to throw your arms on the ice and let them freeze there, with your head above the water. Hopefully, that might buy you some time until help arrives.I reached into my pockets for my ice. I was overwhelmed withsensation: my wrists strained inside the cuffs as I twisted andcontorted my body, desperately trying to guide the dildo to the mosterogenous spots in my royally-fucked passage."Look at the big man now," grunted Sara as she continued her violation,"All dressed up in red knickers - see-through knickers. With his blackstockings and his babydoll on, taking my cock up his arse. You'reloving it, aren't you?"She spanked me sharply just as the shrill buzz of her cock burst. He turned her face to his and kissed her. Maggie woke slowly, not wanting to end the dream she was having. Rafe, the knight on his white steed, was standing over her, leaning down and kissing her. His lips were so warm and real on hers. Maggie breathed deeply the scent of him, of man and horse and whiskey. Suddenly, she felt the pressure of a hand on her breast. The shock opened her eyes and she realized that her dream was not a dream. Rafe was kissing her. It was his hand on her breast. The.