But now, her bewitching visage was dimmed from the conflict in her heart. Her journalistic instincts told her to do whatever it took to get the scoop, but part of her didn’t want to know what was going on. There wasn’t just intensity in the air, there was fear. There had been no White House press briefings, barely any statements to the public. The government was acknowledging that a hostile force was occupying the city of Augusta and that anyone who approached the city was killed or captured, and they had indian declared that they would be attacking that hostile force, but they hadn’t identified who it was. An enemy country? Terrorists? Marauders coming out of hiding? If it was the undead returning, they would have let the world know immediately. There were plenty of rumors that the Misato syndicate was involved, not that she could do anything with that. Lee Misato was nicknamed the Capone of the North because he had his hands in everything, including the media. Any Maine newsgroup that tried to write about him or bring his operations to light ended up torched, and investigators from out of state never found anyone willing to speak up and fill in the blanks. Countless newbie journalists had met their end because they had more courage than brains. Like them, while she didn’t have any answers, but she had a chance to find some. General Burns, he was in charge of the whole operation. Meticulous, dedicated, and professional, he was everything one would expect of someone in his position, and his pepper hair and mustache were like a billboard describing his position in the military. But through a lot of digging and investigating his home life, Nayara had discovered that he had a secret love for the sauce. It was his evening medicine. There was alcohol in the airport bars, but 24/7 sobriety was required of everyone, so the only way Burns could get his nightcap was to head into the city. She had been watching him with binoculars every time he went outside, and after dark, he would always leave the airport in uniform and drive off in a black SUV. After that, it was simply a matter of searching the bars for anyone who had seen a man matching his de***********ion, and she learned his “hunting ground”. Tonight was the night she’d confront him. She waited until night fell, keeping the binoculars pressed to her eyes until they wore lines into her skin, but she eventually saw him. Military vehicles were always leaving and entering the airport, so no one paid him any attention. She was the only member of the media even aware that he’d drive into the city. “Josh, wake up.” She went to her pudgy cameraman, asleep in the passenger seat of the van, and shook him awake. “Huh, what?” he snorted. “It’s time. We have to move.” She had only a small amount of time between Burns getting into the SUV and actually managing to get out of the airport. She got behind the wheel of the van and hurriedly drove to a gas station down the road, where her own car was waiting. She had gotten a ticket from leaving it parked there all day, glasses but if this worked out, it would be well worth the cost. She got in her car just as the SUV passed by, and before it was gone, she managed to get on the road. She couldn’t follow him in the van, it would be way too inconspicuous. She followed Burns while Josh followed her, but she was careful about maintaining her distance. He seemed to frequent three bars, but never the same one two nights in a row, and not in any real pattern. He also drove around the city for at least an hour before going anywhere, just to make sure no one was following him. Nayara eventually had Josh give up while she changed her plan, instead driving to each bar over and over until she found the SUV, then she called him to her location. “What makes you think he’ll talk?” her cameraman asked as he attached the mic to her blouse. Donna gasped another long breath, then exhaled it as an even longer wail of rapture. She bit her lip, tears returning to her eyes. I licked my finger and slowly pushed it in her starry hole already wet with pussy juices flowing out of her. After getting his tip in he took it right back out and did that a few times. His eyes wide, he wondered just how they had survived indian as long as they had. - "Open it I say" Sue went about feeding and putting Jackie back in her own pen for the night. Two orgasms later, the manageress told us to get on our hands and knees, butt to butt. The fasten seat belt bell woke Julie from a deep sleep and she looked round guiltily as if her fellow passengers could read her mind about the vivid sexual dream she had just awoken from. Ms Delia also called out forward. “Well, President Pope is a big supporter of me and what I represent,” I said. He pulled her hips back hard against his cock and filled her cunt with his cum. I could feel his hand running along my ass and up and down my glasses legs. “Sucked a guys cock?” Then, after a quick, “Oh,” she lifted her knee very slightly so her thigh was now rubbing between Shell’s legs.