Dillon made it to Laredo and then across the Rio Grande to Nuevo Laredo. At least there weren’t any Union troops on the Mexican side of the river. D...illon spent several months in Mexico, learning the language and hiring out as a payroll guard from time to time for the mines in the area. He’d been shot at several times but his skill with his pistol saved his hide and the payrolls he guarded. Sitting in a cantina one evening two days after his latest run in with bandits, three rough looking men. The inside of the library was like a tomb at night. The only sounds she could hear were the distant rumbling of thunder and the soft pitter patter of rain on the roof. However, when she allowed her senses to expand, she could now hear the steady dripping of a water leak somewhere on the roof, and even the rush of air through a loose pane of glass somewhere in the library proper.She could also hear the delicate scratching of nails on concrete. She cocked her head sideways to hear better, then. She first pushed five inches of that monster inside her throat.Giovanni held her head in place and slowly worked more and more of his shaft into her mouth. Then she gagged; but that Latino bastard held her in place with her mouth fully stuffed. When her gagging subsided, he fucked his rod in and out several times and again pushed the cock head against her throat. Ana gagged again; but Giovanni was determined that she was going to suck all of it.Once he was inside her throat, nothing was going. I walked up to the receptionist and told her that I am here for aninterview. She tells me to follow her to the interviewing room. As weare walking she tells me that her name is Sasha and that she is veryglad to meet me. She was chitchatting about the company and other menialthings, but all I could think of was the buzzing sound coming fromsomewhere. I thought it was weird that no matter how far I walk withSasha the sound stayed the same. I then realized that the noise wascoming from her. It.