Where the fuck did this come from? Shut the fuck up, Aly! Of course you make me happy! And now all hell breaks loose. Shut the fuck up? How dare you t...ll ME to shut the fuck up! Fuck you, Mike! And fuck you if you think you’re getting any at all tonight! Don’t tell me to shut up! Tsk, tsk, tsk…here goes the damage control… Oh my, Aly! I wasn’t directly telling you to shut up. More like metaphorically speaking. You do make me happy and that’s why I said to shut up. Yet she still didn’t see it.. "Hello, I am Hank King. I ran away about a year ago with my wife. We are the ones you are hunting. We rescued the torture victims last night and took them to our home where they are safe. Please tell me what is going on. Come closer so that we don't attract a lot of unwanted attention."The man walked closer and said, "I am John Pilot. Many years ago, I was a tracker for the South African government. That was why they had me leading this group of idiots. They couldn't follow a fresh trail across. Fourth Traditon- The Accounting:Those thou create are thine own children.Until thy Progeny shall be Released, thou shall command them in all things.Their sins are thine to endure.Fifth Tradition- The Hospitality:Honor one another's domain.When thou comest to a foreign city, thou shall present thyself to the one who ruleth there.Without the word of acceptance, thou art nothing.Sixth Tradition- The Destruction:Thou art forbidden to destroy another of thy kind.The right of destruction belongeth. So… close to an explosive climax. All of a sudden he withdrew his fingers, leaving me panting in the gag; my thirsty cunt begging for a release. My lust was at a fever pitch like mercury rising in a thermometer on a scorching hot day. He left me standing against the door; my hands tied above me, and walked over to his girl, squeezed her cheeks to force her mouth open, and shoved his fingers damp with my pussy juices between her parted lips to suck and lick them. My eyes flickered as I watched.