"Oh God," he shouted. "Oh, don't do that again or I'm going to cum. Oh fuck..."He had stopped thrusting and began breathing hard, with long, drawn out...breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth."We better let you settle down," Megan said, and she scooted up, letting him slip out of her. "Oh man," the guy panted as he rolled onto his back on the bed. "You are one lucky son of a bitch." When I realized he was talking to me, I looked to Megan to catch her expression. The boyfriend cover. I could see in my mind's eye the number of times I tried to sneak a peek at her when she undressed or how I secretly drooled and got one hell of an erection whenever she wore her bikini. I asked my friend how Grace was doing and he told me that once again his sister broke up with some guy she was dating. "Is this because you were standing over her like a pit bull?" I asked slapping him on his back. "I'm surprised that your sister hasn't threatened to cut your balls off." You're kidding me,. My eyes started to fill."Why?" I said, my voice expressing the dread I was feeling."Just a hobby of mine. It's boring out there." Know what they're going to do to me?"Now she gave me a puzzled look. "Who?" The police," I replied, downheartedly.She laughed and reached over grabbing my calf. "No silly. You don't understand."Confused, I answered, "I guess I don't." You're mine now." Yours?" I crocked out."It took me three days to crack your code." Only three?" I said, thinking how in the world she. They seem to be thriving,” Morgana replied.“Well, at least we sorted the sheep from the goats,” Adelaide noted.“Yes, the Caitiff apparently took in a lot of the remainers, hence their suspected numbers,” Morgana agreed.“Suspected?” Helen asked with a frown.“They never gave us cause to visit,” Roxanne replied. “The few times we did we were given the usual run around, but not enough to cause us to investigate or permit a punitive response; hence any numbers are just that, guesswork.”“Do we know.