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This guard was so inept that I was able to dispose of him with a knife thrust into his right kidney and up into his heart. I was glad for the opportunity to remain undetected by not needing to fire a shot.The trail led around a sharp bend and we could hear work taking place ahead, though we could not see it. I whispered to Abi to stay behind me and to be ready to give me cover as I crept closer to the work site. She nodded her understanding, and I began working my way around the bend, trying not to be seen or heard.Once I could see, I was treated to the sight I expected from the sound we had heard. Two men were loading rocks that must have been gold ore into a wagon. One man was driving a team of mules and the other was operating a tipple that dribbled the ore into the wagon as it slowly passed under the outlet.I watched this activity for a minute. I was not paying much attention to anything else because I was depending on Abi to watch for any other activity. This showed that I was. They all reminded her that she was under his control and could only relax and enjoy the feelings; and she did enjoy the feelings as the soft paper was moved over her intimate parts. He made sure she was cleaned, but he wiped more than was really necessary across her labia, and her vagina, and her clitoris. Soon, she was starting to move her hips again as she heated up even more.His one hand pressed the lever and washed away the liquids in the toilet. His other hand helped her stand; somehow her knees were not very sure and she needed the help. Without a word, he guided her back to the counter where she had lain before and lowered her into the same, helpless position as before. She focused the little strength remaining in her body into her neck, and she lifted her head enough to watch as he opened a tube of something and spread it on his fingers.Those fingers began a gentle circle on her anal muscles and pressed until the tired muscles opened and a finger slipped inside her. That.
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.” ventured Brad, “I guess I'm still kinda surprised at how you dressed for a first date with someone you barely knew.” “Right,” said Jarrad as he started the truck. “Now don't get me wrong, you can dress like that anytime you want around me... but uh, someone else? Well, uh... Brad and I won't always be around to rescue you.” He reached for the shift lever. His hand grazed Ashley's bare thighs. “Watch it buster,” she said. She turned toward Jarrad with a look on her face that said, I'm not offended or mad at you, but please, I really do mean it. Jarrad understood the look. He knew that the position of the shift lever, between Ashley's bare legs, could be the cause of a lot of 'accidental' touching. But he also sensed that this was not the time for it. He needed to be careful. He nodded his understanding. Brad too, grasped the situation. Ashley, who normally welcomed the opportunity for a little sexual play, especially when it was him and Jarrad, had just escaped a troubling.

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