Sie öffnet die Augen, strahlt mich an und sagt, Guten Morgen, mein Meister. Ihre Finger sind so geil, stöhnt sie und bittet mich mehr zu machen, tie...er zu stoßen und härter.Aber ich lasse sie zappeln, ziehe die Finger aus der nassen Teeniefotze und stecke sie in ihren Mund.Los, ablecken, befehle ich ihr, Du kleine Sklavin. Brav und dankbar saugt sie die Finger und leckst sie ab.Magst Du den Fotzengeschmack, frage ich sie und sie stöhnt jaaa, und wie sehr.Ich stehe auf und mein Schwanz steht. Yeah, they're bigger than usual, but so are yours, and you told me yours were natural, didn't you?.....Calm down, I didn't say that, they're beautiful, Why'd you call me?.....Sure I do cabinet work.....This week? I don't know, I told Hazel I'd see her at the end of the week and I'm busy 'til then.....Okay, Monday or Tuesday, I'll call you first....You too, bye.” What the hell kind of feud did I get in the middle of, two gorgeous, big busted porn stars fighting over my time? I don't know if I'm. ’ ‘You bet….I have no intention of tangling with him, he’s a real bastard. You know he’s not going to fight fair.’ ‘I know….if he wins and kills me, finish him for me.’ * The long line of cars filled with the drunken men weaved its way from Beckenham over to Hayes. Tony, the only one not inebriated sat dry eyed with fury as they got closer and closer to their journeys end. John sat in the back of one car, the gun he had bought nestling in his lap. ‘Put the damn thing away before it gets. A fantasy of opening the door to find my beautiful wife cooking dinner wearing nothing but an apron and a thong flashed through my head. On my way to the door, I peeked through the window and my dream was crushed. Not only was my wife not in the kitchen, but it looked as if nothing had been touched since I did the dishes last night. I could not help, but be a little annoyed that after working late, it looked like I would be cooking dinner as well. As I turned my key in the lock, I tried to.