And what you're telling me sounds just like them."Helen turned, continuing their stroll. She took his hand and looked out over the water, scanning the...moored boats, then looked back at him. "Does Johannes know about you?" He called me yesterday, told me he'd checked out my background. He knows a couple of the KP guys I worked with in Hamburg; they gave me a clean bill of health, I guess. Asked me to look after you." Bullshit, Sandy. That isn't all he said to you. If he thinks you're a pro, he's. I shouldn't do this. I may have brown hair but I am just like those big-boobed, cute assed blonds in the horror movies who stupidly pick up a dinky little candlestick and move toward the weird assed door with the ominously green light glowing from beneath its bottom crack while growls come from the other side, even as the audience screams 'no stupid! Run outside and call the cops. Your friends are dead! Your friends are already dead you stupid slut!' No, clearly I should do anything but lean. "I want to fuck you baby, I want to fuck your hot little pussy like it's never been fucked before." No, Carl, no," she whimpered, trying weakly to push him away. But he just continued his incantation."I want to worm my finger deep up around in your tight little asshole while I'm fucking you, and I want you to do the same for me. Then you're going to suck my big, throbbing cock, suck it until you milk me dry, and then I'll push your legs back over your head and..."On and on he intoned, and the. ” Diva went halfway slack and she leaned against Hayden’s broad, unyielding body, still clutching his hands. She sighed against his chest and they fell silent until she looked up at his face again. Her emerald flecked eyes suddenly lit up. “Do you want to know where the softest part of me is?” she asked seriously. Then she drew his hand between her thighs. She didn’t press his fingers against her pussy lips as he expected, but just against that little hollow of tender skin right beside..