"Say, it bitch! SAY IT! Or I FUCKING swear I'll chocke you to death and then will finish fucking your dead body!" Screamed Zach that sounded almost l...ke a roar deep from his chest. Zach knew he's going to cum soon, with that asshole being so tight! "I'm your...fuc..king.." started Tristan, trying to speak while being choked "whore..." Zach let go off his throat, pulling on his hair even tighter and finally shooting deep into Tristan's hole. He felt Tristan's hole getting even tighter, Zach. And since they were no longer hungry, Joey paid for their meal and pocketed the weird boxes of bubble-gum this restaurant handed out after meals while she visited the restroom, and then together they left, arm in arm and walked out into the street amongst the throng of weekend partiers. The sun had dropped down below the horizon, and the early October night brought a chill to the air. As Lynne shivered in her light dress, Joey wrapped his jacket about her shoulders, and warmed her as they. I settled for keeping a closer eye on the county so I could squelch the worse things that might happen--like a particularly nasty serial-killer wanna-be who decided to make his first 'kill' attempt on a female cop fresh off the gun range. (He died; she became a local hero.)My time in the restaurants felt easier to manage. I could think about fewer things and even the differences to my activities in the restaurants were easier to accept. I fucked a lot of the clientele! Emilie's customers got a. If the teller took note of that, she’d surely have questions.But she didn’t. As he pushed it back through the window, the teller glanced at the signature and said, “Okay, Mr. Hatter, just follow me to the vault. Oh, and while your here, would you like me to print out a statement of your accounts for you?”“Uh, sure, why not. Thanks.”Accounts? As in more than one?“Fine,” she said with a smile, “I’ll do that while you’re in the vault.”She opened the door that led into the vault, found box 518 and.