He always used the tv as a babysitter. He was in his usual spoton the couch legs up on the coffee table watching something and I guess bareley paying...attention to me.Looking back I guess he paid more attention than I realized. I was in my pajamas on the floor playingwith my toys and I remember looking back a few times and he was staring at me and would smile and saysomething stupid like "watcha doin" or "peekaboo" which always made me giggle for some reason.But I also noticed that his robe. She pushed against my chest, trying to resist. But my hands were already at the belt of her robe, tearing it away. She bit me hard, drawing blood.She was almost naked underneath. The tiny scraps of lace left little to the imagination. I watched as her nipples hardened under the lace."Mine," I rasped, unclasping it, even as she struggled and cried."Jackson. Let me go," She thrashed around, half-heartedly.I tugged hard at her nipples. This was supposed to be a punishment. The moment my fingers. Bottom line? They wanted her alive—alive at first, anyway. Who the hell knew what would be in her future if the four men snatched her. Having attended military and law enforcement briefings, Matt had heard the ugly and brutal stories about victims of human trafficking. He wished he could erase them from his memory. Human trafficking organizations (HTOs) were a growing global menace. They recognized no borders, feared few law enforcement agencies, and operated with impunity in many countries.. Anything but alcohol again, thank goodness. I have always like getting high. Since the first time I smoked weed.It doesn’t take long before I am being fed very hard cock again. I greedily swallow them down my throat, stroking their shafts, and massaging their balls. The guys chat about sports and make nasty disgusting comments about me. I am so turned on by all the sexuality in the room. Suddenly there is someone slapping their cock on my pelvis. Straining my eyes downward, I see Keith standing.