The sun is lower still, and Wagner was right that there are other threats on the planet’s surface than the Hunters. During the hours of darkness it is not safe to be out on the ground in the open. Sandclaws – a four legged mammal like a warm-blooded crocodile, hunt on the plains at night. Half a mile ahead is the next cluster of ruins – perhaps a dozen buildings. The largest, in the center, has two stories. It is only a concrete shell missing any doors or glazing in the windows, but the upper level safely away from the ground would be a good location to spend the night. Moving steadily but cautiously I reach the ruins without incident, and pick my way through rubble to the large opening in to the building. This entrance is wide enough to have been either a garage or double doors, or was perhaps built for a differently proportioned non-human species. Sand has blown in and flooded the floor to a foot depth. Thankfully this place isn’t another chamber of horrors. Inside there is little except the rusted frames of objects that were once furniture. The sand shows no sign of recent disturbance, but all the same I scout through the ground floor rooms cautiously, making sure that this place isn’t already occupied, before finally making my way up the eroded steps to the upper floor. I tiptoe around and recon each of the upper rooms. Here too there is no sign of life or any recent visitors. The upper rooms have the same hollow window spaces, with the glass vanished probably centuries ago. Out of the openings there fetish is a drop of twelve feet to the ground. A sandclaw would be unlikely to Fingering be able to jump this high, or climb up to surprise me. The sun is below the horizon, it’s darkening rapidly and already getting difficult to see. In the very last room on the upper floor is an unexpected bonus. A steel door is intact, but off its hinges. If I could push it into back place I could seal myself into the room. Anything trying to reach me during the night would have to break through my simple barricade, giving me enough warning that I can jump out the empty asian window cavity. The door is heavier than it looks, and it makes a terrible scraping noise that must be audible for a quarter of a mile. But I manage to shift it across over the room’s opening, and I feel satisfied. As soon as that’s done exhaustion catches up with me. It was only hours earlier I awoke from unconsciousness to find myself a Rape Runner, but since then I’ve been in a permanent state of fear, with the adrenaline spiking into terror when I so nearly got caught at the pit. My morning appearance on the stage was eventful too. Weariness can be permitted in this temporary resting place. Alone in this shell of a room I close up sink down onto my haunches, with my heels pressing into my buttocks through the thin fabric of the shorts, and then I slide out my ankles and sit on the floor. My legs are extended in front of me and I’m leaning back on the rusting door. Long, red hair caresses my shoulders. I’m too tired even to japanese stand again, but my thoughts are racing too much to sleep. I’m still free, I congratulate myself, but so are eight other Runners, who are also desperate to be the last woman caught – the survivor. Nicky close up asian continued to lead me around introducing me to all of her closest friends. The guys had played exceptionally well against a better ranked team and pulled out a victory by a slim margin. I realized he was kneeling behind me. He lifted japanese his head and began to spread my ass cheeks. It all comes with playing games like that. He was even learning Tamil, a dream fetish he'd had for years. “Does this feel good?” He pressed the handle hard against her clit and rubbed. He told her the story of Canada, the real story. It felt bizarre to him. Once their shoes were on they stood up and walked around modeling their new outfits. Equipped with a 200" 4k projector screen, plush leather couches, chairs and a huge chassis. Tina did not look forward to being in Alex care again. I felt like I could finish early but I Fingering had really enjoyed watching and feeling her orgasm. I could tell Dave had reached his orgasm shortly after I did, squirting deep inside me, his hips ground against mine.