The truck ran out of fuel on the plane I was refueling.The tankers followed us to the gym. After they were put on planks to keep them from settling in...to the ground - if we had a downpour - there was another hands-on demonstration on how refill the fuel truck.The process was started and 300 gallons pumped in, then all hoses were disconnected and another person started and ended. The process repeated until we had each done it three times and we all felt comfortable with it. I would most likely. She spent the night with them and they quietly left the next morning. She walked in to Ken he said “Good morning, stinky cunt”. Rita smiled, “did I do good”? Ken grabbed her, sucked her cunt clean of the globs of old cum and made “sweet love” to her. His gentle, soft, adoring love making made her scream through a wonderful orgasm. Rita said, “You really love this ole whore don't you”? Ken kissed her. It was 1pm when their perimeter alarm sounded again. They saw a lone, Black male jogging with. "Don't you fucking say a thing." Ash..." I tried again. Wanting to apologize."No!" She shoved her fingers in my mouth. "Just Shut the fuck up, and suck on these fingers y/n." She scowled. Something had changed in the way she was looking at me. Almost like I was her prey. I had never seen this before. It was scary. "NOW!" She shouted.Scared out of my wits by her unusual behavior I started sucking her fingers. I suddenly felt her other fingers on my thighs. A jolt of pleasure coursed through my. Mac had arranged for the inner circle tour, so he and Grace and the others in their small group were allowed to walk among the massive stones. The guide instructed everyone not to touch the stones, which only seemed to make doing so more tempting. He saw Grace taking pictures and asked, “Miss, would you like me to snap a photo of you and your man in front of the stones?”Grace answered, “I’d love that, thank you very much!”Afterward, Mac held Grace from behind and kissed her temple. “Make sure.