I plan to collect her soul personally. I have my reasons for that,” I grinned wickedly as I sent her off on her way, only waiting to pounce on my ne...t prey until I’d heard back from all of my “missionaries,” for lack of a better word.At that moment, I saw on the news that the new regime in China began summary executions of anyone not deemed fit to live in its ideal society. Prostitutes, pimps, gamblers, bookies, pornographers, strippers, bartenders, bouncers, mistresses, feminists, homosexuals,. "What a fucking mess. What'll you give me for everything but the building and property? By law they have to be sold in a different class of auction." I scratched my head, then looked over at the banker. "You guys hold the lien on the property?" He nodded. "Will you give me four months occupancy with utilities? In return, after the weather clears I'll sign over the day sailers and some nice, pricey installation kits to you so you can hold a mixed silent/bidding auction at a dinner. I know that. Sam’s hands were grabbed onto the bottom part of the railings to resemble her being tied down. Jarred then sticks his fingers into her vagina and started messaging her. Sam didn’t expect this but she did little to fight it. Sam pretending to struggle soon lays still. “Ohh” Sam moans in pleasure. Jarred lowers his face to her vagina and starts to lick it once again. “Do whatever you want I didn’t choose to be a hero anyways why do I care?” Sam forces out through her pleasure still playing in. See, you just can’t plan for something like that. As time went by, our letters became more erotic and we both soon felt a desire to meet, a chance to see if this was just an imaginary internet fantasy that we were living or if it could become some real, something tangible, something to savor. We made arrangements to meet at a bed and breakfast near the shore, a place she had heard of but had never visited. As the day of our meeting approached, our letters, always filled with desire, became.