“I’m sorry? What’s this about? Do I know you?” He gabbled frantically trying to recall why this man was familiar and why that was bad. “Yes ...eorge, you know me quite well, better than you think in fact. Shall we go to your office?” Kris tried to take George by the elbow but he recoiled out of reach causing a few heads to turn in the rush. “No, I don’t think so. Who are you and what’s this about? I’m a busy man.” George was starting to feel a strong need to get away from this man and the. They were basically the inmates bosses and we were the laborers. Our bosses were cool dudes and taught us a lot. One day our main boss Dale pulled me and my friend Fidel(Bolo as we called him) to the side and told us he wasn't going to pick us up tomorrow, I was bummed! What did we do? Getting out of your room to work is the best! Keeps you occupied and your getting paid. Dale said "no worries it's not a bad thing you guys will be doing electrical work and you will have a new Boss Lady" We were. It was a mazing how many things that there were on the bottom shelf that I wanted to look at, and in the end Aryn had to tell me that we were done and leaving.Another car was pulling up as we were walking out and when I saw that it was 2 men I wanted to go back in but Aryn rushed me to the jeep.We headed back to the villa with me stood up and Wren and Mary attacking my pussy again. I wished that the journeys were a bit longer but I was sure that I’d get what I craved for later.Back at the villa. "At that moment, there was the loud chatter of a machine gun and Brock was knocked down in the driveway. Behind him was a jeep with a man standing behind a mounted .30 caliber machine gun. Brock told everybody, via mind-speak, that he was OK, he was just playing dead. Donald threw up a TK shield around the house, including Brock within its protection; he put a TK roof over the house just in case the attackers had a mortar.Donald and Mary ran through the door and Brock TPed into the living room..