They were not overdeveloped body builders; rather they appeared to be built like swimmers or retired gymnasts who had outgrown the sport.With a not-so...gentle shove, they forced me onto the bed."I'm glad you approve, because we are in charge for the rest of the night. I guarantee you have never had a night like this before. Have you been practicing what you've been taught?" No, I haven't" That's good; I just hope, for your sake, that you remember your lessons well."One of the twins took my cock. Lastly, he put on a pair of purple boyshorts with white polka dots and small ruffles across the backside. He walked out. Kon was on the bed looking at ESPN. He was smoking a blunt and drinking a 40 ounce Colt 45. He sat it on the table and shouted, “Get dat ass ovah heah, bitch.” He bounded to his feet and sat the weed in the ashtray. He took another swig as he walked over to Jeremiah. He ran his left hand from the top of the punk’s head down to his back. Then, he delivered a loud smack to his. Trust me. I won’t do anything… I mean, I just need to say goodbye.’ Her eyes filled with tears, but her expression was calm and she looked at him with such entreaty that he sighed. ‘I don’t know…’ ‘I need to do this, Michael. Please. I’ll call you around noon?’ He sighed. ‘You ask for too much.’ He turned and began walking away. ‘Michael?’ He looked back. ‘Thank you.’ He came back to hug her. ‘Don’t forget to call.’ ‘I won’t.’ ~ ~ ~ When she was alone again, she looked at the remains of the. " Hmmm," Fred said. "Hand me my camera case. Do you know anything about filters?" In a word," Jessica laughed, "no. Oh, I read something about them in school, and I've glanced through photography magazines, but I don't really know anything," she said as she reached over to retrieve Fred's large camera bag that was sitting beside her."I probably know less than she does," Carla said as she got up to refresh her daughter's coffee.Fred unzipped a small compartment on one side of the camera bag,.