You know the boss said no killings. Half the point is lost if we have to kill them. He’s got to live as an example.’ A Midlands voice – low pitc...ed and vibrant with authority – this was the leader. ‘The Doctor’ replied, a little waspish hiss. ‘They don’t live very long after what we are doing to him – not more than a year or two. They can’t cough and their lungs fill up with phlegm. It’s a sort of slow drowning.’ The leader’s London voice was blandly reassuring. ‘No problem. The job’s done by. I'm wearing a skirt (no panties, of course. I hate panties) and its hitched up to my waist so my soaking throbbing pussy is right on top of your rapidly hardening cock. You can feel the heat from between my legs, and it's just fanning the heat within you. You run your hands up the outside of my thighs. The skin so soft and hot for your touch. You cup your hands under my butt cheeks and squeeze. I can just barely feel the tips of your fingers touching my pussy lips. I moan a little, undo my. Bidwell, but they are already on their way to my roommate."She started walking down the long circular stairs, and she said, "You ever want a hot fuck, give me a call. It is only $500. Got to pay for your high tuition someway." She flipped a card on the stairs and was gone. The card read, "Call Barbie." With a telephone number on the back.I got in my car and drove home, feeling guilty from a hot blow job.*"Steve, how did she do? Did she get the pictures?" She sure did. Karen, the results were. Gaye squealed and jumped up trying to pull her jeans upbut only managed to get them wet and stuck half way upher thighs. The two locals laughed mocking herpredicament and further embarrassing her. “We don’t like cheap trash coming here from the city andpissing in our streets do we Rory?” said the taller ofthe two.“No we don’t Stevie. Don’t like that sort of thing atall.” Replied Rory with an evil grin just being visiblein the low street lighting now.
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