.. should'a brought's my shovel."A strange looking fellow wandered around the ruined room. A six foot three African, not African-American, African, is...not too strange but when added in that he was dressed in an orange pair of sweat pants with small holes scattered about, an old yellow Hawaiian shirt, the real kind not the fake, and flip flops, the full image becomes clear. His head was shaved, and he had a four leaf clover scared on his forehead, no one knows the origin of it. He paced. "The girl froze with fear of the next stage, which she knew would involve gang-rape and possibly worse. Seeing that she was not prepared to be sporting about her defeat, a point he always drummed hard into the quarry he trained, usually via their tender skins, Ramzy El-Najjar pulled her from her perch some ten feet off the ground and unceremoniously dropped her among the growling dogs below.The quarry screamed as she landed, partly from the painfully impact on one shoulder, but largely because. Belinda never replied, and by no means altering her pace, she sensed the erection becoming firmer by the minute.This wasn’t helping her that much, she’d already accepted that she’d partake in her own sexual activities from now on, at the nursing home she’d have a more than willing cliental, they might be old, but they’d be more than willing going by Bert’s action. Belinda reached across once more rinsing the soap with a soft sponge; Bert could only but gasp as the outer sensations of the rough. Dallas then smirked and said I can cover up if you prefer and I said no no don’t do that I’ll be fine, laughing she said or I could go topless, getting even redder and my throat feeling so dry I could hardly speak I managed to say only if you want to. She sat up turned her back to me (and thinking she was going to cover up to save my embarrassment) she said can you unhook my top for me, my emotions were all over the place embarrassed and excited at the same time but I done what she asked and.