I then had to use one hand to push my cock head down a little so it could go up her. I moved forward and the tip of my cock went into Claire's slit. �...��Hold it there.” I held as long as I could while Mike snapped, then I had to put more inside her. Claire looked into my eyes as my shaft went up her. “Nice..” she breathed softly in my ear, “up my twat... lovely. Slip it right in, I need this.” So up and in I went. She was tight and warm. I slid in and out of her as she told me I was a fucking. They rode hard for over an hour before Martinez suddenly raised his hand and slowed his horse when they came to a big bend in the river. He pointed to the lights across the Rio Grande that were reflecting on the water in the pre-dawn light.The outline of the hacienda was well lit by lanterns hung from atop the adobe walls and along the upper level of the second floor balcony. The walls extended toward the river over a hundred and fifty feet from each end of the hacienda, ending just a few feet. "time for something a little different," Bud told me as I stood in my usual spot. "Walk over to the far wall."I walked in the direction I knew he meant and saw that here the wall bulged out slightly about four feet above the floor of the cavern, forming a shelf or bench of solid stone. On the bench I saw several slabs of different materials. The first was a dark yellow, material with a somewhat pebbled surface. Bud drew my attention to it."What is it?" I asked."Natural rubber," he told me. This. He didn’t wait for them to finish, but had silently sneaked out of his hiding place and then back to his flat.Later that evening, he sat with Reddy during the after-dinner-drinks, and looked very disturbed. Borah was usually a sheepish but cheerful character. Seeing him so withdrawn, Reddy asked him the reason. At first he tried to avoid, but then later decided to confide everything in him.That evening he told him everything – from the evening when Sowmya had ran away from him, which Reddy.