Darius exited the shop, removed his safety helmet and walked to thebreak room as fast as he could. If he was lucky, he could catch someoneon their way... out. He walked down a few hallways, turned the corner intothe break room and found it empty... except for Rhonda.'Fuck! Yep, that's my luck.'Rhonda was a giant of a woman. Dark skinned like Darius, but youwouldn't call her a black beauty. She was pretty butch, with a stonyface that resembled a fleshy wall and a broad forehead. Her dark hairfell. "The remainder of the trip was completed with the front vent windows and rear windows open ... all the way.Seems Jack is always going to be in the shit.Home looked empty. The machine-guns were gone, the yard full of tents were gone and there was one truck with a note: We'll just call this one a gift. Signed: Charlie.Seems like Jack might have to ... umh ... you don't know."You ready?" asked Sultry. She was wearing ... well ... what there was of it ... leather, and straps, with strategically. But I knew the time had came, I entered in a chat and looked for any old guys who wanted to spoil me with my little fantasy.I found a 53 old guy who wanted to share me with his 2 friends, he was all in saying how they were gonna break my ass and fuck my mouth senseless. We decided to meet the next afternoon at the place of one of them.They were 53, 55 and 56, two of them were rather chubby and the other big and fat, I couldn't be more happy.I was told to undress immediatly and to knee in front. ”“Get used to it kid,” growled Boris, “this place was made to deal with ragheads. See how we deal with smart mouths too.”“Boris,” Xenia finally appeared from round the side of the jeep. She didn’t sound surprised, or even disappointed; just limiting. Boris let go of Mo and Grace helped him up and put her arm round him. He stood there, dazed.She looked around. On the right were some cabins, in two rows. Wooden, and shabby. In front of her was a larger building, also single story, wooden, and.