.It was clear, the smell of the city sharp. The cold bit through my jacket. The faint sounds of traffic. I was looking at a warehouse in the old busin...ess district which used for the outsourcing storage of vendors big and small. The buildings also housed traffickers, illegal drugs and such. You name it, it was found here. The street lights were broken. The streets are pocked with holes. The buildings in disarray. In the prone position atop the warehouse, I brought the night vision scope to my. I tried to raise up, but Jim's hands grabbed my head and forced me back down. The jig was up anyway so I figured I might as well enjoy it.I got down off the bed and crawled on all fours between his knees. Someone had turned off the TV so the sounds of my sucking filled the room. Jim began to grunt, and grabbed my head again, and started to really fuck my face. I knew he was close, and I gagged a little because of his forceful fucks, but I relaxed as much as I could knowing Jim was about to. Is something that matter with it?” Claire asked when he arrived at the garage.“Her transmission went out,” Jack said. By the expressions on everyone’s faces, he knew that they understood just how bad that was.“Just how bad is it?” Gail asked.“Her car is history,” Jack answered bluntly.“She must be crushed,” Cheryl said.Jack noticed that Rich wasn’t there. He didn’t say anything about it. He nodded his head and said, “She’s pretty upset. I figure she’s in the house crying her eyes out.”“Why. Cindi felt that the other girls were snickering behind her back about her boyish figure.Her hair was another source of disappointment to her. She always dreamed of long straight flowing hair. Yet her hair insisted on curling up in a clumpy ball of red that sometimes made her feel like Little Orphan Annie. Her tangled thatch of hair between her long legs was also fiery red and she tried to hide it in gym class from the other girls. She just knew they would say nasty things about her pussy hair.