.,He points to his crutch ‘what the fuck is this? Clean it up, quickly!’ I lick up all the slime and mess between his legsThe pulls.. my head is y...nked up and I am called the names he knows I hate to love.. ‘dirty cum slut!’ ‘You love the cock, don’t you whore!’I nod furiously, breathing hard and feeling dizzy, unable to properly focus.I unsteadily climb out of the truck, barefoot, hair in a bird nest, hair and face covered in drool and spit and sweat. One large breast hanging down in front of. I went to the address book and found where I thought the main guy for the gang lived and got his phone number. I parked a ways away from his house, and moved as quietly as possible to a vantage point near the house. I listened to see if I could hear what was being said inside. I could hear normal conversation easily. I called his phone. His wife answered, I asked for Jake Johnson, and was put through. "I want to make peace," I told him. "I agree to that," he said back. I hung up. I heard him. The four men were all humping large packs, no doubt filled with TV shit.Two of them carried different versions of the AK47. There's were closer to the version a traditional Russian block soldier would have been issued. Nothing fancy just a deadly weapon in the hands of someone trained in its use.I stepped from the jungle onto the trail with the Chopped down AK47 pointed more or less in their direction. "Hello Deacon, what the hell brings you here?" I asked. I am sure the disappointment showed. He had never come over for board games before, only for my pussy!So a while after we got home from the aquarium shop he arrived. He hugged me so tight that I just melted into his arms. He said all the proper pleasantries and hellos to my husband and then I introduced him to Valerie. There was quite a bit of chit chat as we all got caught up, then we decided to play a game called Power Grid. Now Valerie had just taught us how to play power grid a few weeks before so we let her take the lead on.