It didn't look like she was faking it. CG Murphy lowered her into the SUV before stepping back to talk to his Officers. Jack watched him climb in moments later, his soldiers closing the door behind them. As the SUV drove off, Jack felt his neck stiffen and his shoulders tense up. She was here completing orders, letting these monsters violate her body over and over again. He needed to find out what the fuck was so important she would do this to herself. What could possibly compel her to choose staying with them over leaving with him? Jack clicked on his mic, lifting his gear over his back. "Dispatch can you hear me?" Jack asked, following the SUV as it went up the dirt road. "Jack! This is Mark... Jack... You there?..." Jack stopped moving, trying to get a clear signal to come in on his headset. "Mark? What are you doing with Dispatch?" "Jack! Where... you?! Nazi's... down the... We can't... get a... in there..." Jack heard the swingers screech of his disrupted transmission finally cutting out. They must have locked down the area. He hasn't indian been able to get a good signal since late last night. Moving quickly, he ran through the amateur woods following the road towards CG Murphy's house. He alternated his method up slightly, and used his chin to apply pressure across her clit which caused her hips to amateur gyrate in indian approval. You made me eat your old cunt. Just a very weird and insane dream.” April said, trying to reason with herself. The steady hiss of static ruled the airwaves. How could any mother do that? At first I was in heaven, I had never had a vibrator before, and was enjoying the experience. “Let’s go with two. Give me a few hours with her I'll have her up to speed in no time. I stood from the swingers desk and approached him. Reporter: So what did you do then?