I was aware of every head in the cafe turning in our direction.“Do you have a picture?” Karen asked. Her body language clearly showing that altho...gh she was uneasy with this, she would try and be supportive. I only had the picture from the website and was unsure whether to share the information it contained, but after a great deal of pleading, I conceded and pushed my mobile across the table. They both studied his profile as I sat back watching them digest it all, waiting for their. Unknown to Karl, I am one of the Program's Guardian Angels. In that role, I'm supposed to prevent threats to Program students. That conversation could be construed as giving a hunting license.I'm going to have to watch things very closely. If I have to clean up any messes because of this conversation, I'm going to be very, very annoyed.Chapter 83JacobPersonal log (voice), J. J. Stone, Captain of the Hades,1 pm, November 2nd, 2006(6 am November 3rd local time)My eyes snapped open. I used them to. ”“Remember, you’ll be the last one to fuck me once the guys are done.”“I’ll be hard, don’t you worry your horny little head.”“It’s the big head I want fucking my married cunt!”“Do you like sex toys?” Karen was asked.“I love them!”“Then let’s try this!” The guy picked up a baseball bat and put the rounded end to her dripping pussy. He turned it in a circle to lubricate the end then pressed it against her hole. He pushed in and out and Karen grimaced a little as her pussy stretched to take her. I was more drenched than anybody else, being the last one to get in, and moreover my white shirt was clinging to my body, and as I was initially prepared to spend some time with them, and hit bed straightaway, I was not wearing anything underneath the shirt. Embarrassed as I was, I tried not to make much of it, and took the bottle offered to me as a protection against cold. The wind had a biting chill, and my wet clothes did not make matters better. Even after a few swigs of the rotgut rum ( we.