You have to respond to it clinically, the same way you respond to a signal. Trust me man, he should have seen and heard the train and signals long bef...ore it hit. Perhaps the signals were out. There was nothing you could do, trust me.”“Alright,” Bob said, clearly not sure of himself.“Check the engine for damage and then start working your way down the train to check for derailments. I’ll join you once I go survey the wreck and see if there is any chance anyone got out alive.” He knew they. Mandy’s mind screamed the sensations overlapping; her ass burning the rigid hard cock like a stake inside her. The man’s hips were just jerking enough to push deep then withdraw in a long penetrative motion. Meanwhile his hand was inside her screaming tunnel, her pussy stretched her lips slurping and spitting as wet insides acted as a snug nest for his fat tattooed knuckles.“Nooo!!!!”She gave out a gargled gasp of disgust punctured by rhythms grunting her ass burning from a machine constant. "Coming Miss?" called out the taller of the deliverymen. "Yes," she called back. She eyed her dress once more, combed her short hairand decided that the time had come. She quietly left her bathroom and handedthe taller one her keys. They'll be safe with me for when you get back," he said. "I'll give themto you when we get back." "Thank you," she said with a faint smile. "Your welcome, Miss," he replied. It was the other one who twisted her arms behind her back and snapped thecuffs on her. Ihoped I looked good enough for Quinn and her producers. Getting dressed may not have been the best decision, because I was noweven more nervous than before. I felt like I was sweating through myshirt. I ran into the bathroom to put on more deodorant and maybe some morebody spray. Just as I was about to spray I heard a knock. It was the front door. Quinn was there. She was knocking on my door.My heart stopped and I froze in place. My dreams were about to come true. I rushed to the.