He was facing the wall and turned to meet me as I came in. I looked down to be greeted by his meaty stiff cock sticking straight out towards mine. Imm...diatly I drop to my knees. I open my mouth as wide as possible and take him in one big swallow. He moans just slightly and grips the back of my head and I bob up and down on that big salty fucking cock. It fills my mouth completely, he starts to thrust and the head of his big dick pushes against the back of my throat. I don't gag. This isn't my. Looks like you should have just had dinner with one of the poor bastards. Would have been easier on you. But not as fun for me, thats for sure. And Im going to have fun with you, bitch, you can count on that Suddenly, he pulled my wrists behind my back, and they too were secured with duct tape. A blindfold was tied roughly over my eyes, and he opened the door to the backseat, shoving me in onto the floor. A blanket was tossed over me, and the door was closed. He got into the front seat and. Whilst Annie Elba is drinking tea with Jenny in the kitchen, Joe is in the lounge having a much more focused conversation with Brian Ackroyd..."Well, Mr McEwan, my warmest congratulations! I was delighted to hear from Chief Inspector Grantby about Mrs McEwan. So it was completely out of the blue? You had no inkling that she was in Stockholm?" Actually, Mr Ackroyd, we were there to ay good-bye to Jennifer..." I'm sorry?" The holiday was Inga Palmer's idea. Well, you know they have a house. He is 'Michael' Adamson Chauvin III, the last surviving male after a nuclear holocaust." (Apprehensively walking away from the tent, peering into the distance, he says)"Michael: Amy, is that you?"'Amy' Evelyn Libber enters behind him dragging a large child's wagon. It's full of canned goods, an old army shirt and a bow and arrow. She is a spirited young woman also in her late 20s. Amy is wearing boots, shorts and an army shirt too big for her, but open in the front enough to reveal decidedly.