“Karen? Where are you and what are you doing?” the radio sputtered out.Karen responded by stroking me almost twice as fast and bobbing her head fa...ter too.“Karen? Karen? Are you there, Karen?” the radio blurted out again.Karen pulled away from me still holding my cock tightly. “FUCK!” she yelled out and reached down with her other hand. “WHAT, BARB?” she yelled into the radio.“What are you doing? Where are you? I need you!” Barb said.Karen started stroking me again as she looked up at me. “I’m. Maine dekha vo av v activa start hi kar rai ti maine use pucha can I help? So usne bola plz yr pata ni ise kya ho gya start hi ni ho rai.So maine thoda plug thek kia or start ki.She told me thanks.n maine welcome bola or jane laga. then she asked for the lift.so mai uski activa per baitha gyaAb friends thoda priya k bare m v bta du.she is really really like aa bomb friends age aroud 24 and with perfect figure vo formal wears me thi jaise office m hota h normallyHm log activa s jar he the to. “Winter...”“Yes?”“Things look creepy. Fowler things. He’s a real sicko.”“Talk to me.”“Here. Jesse will.”When I hung up, I wanted another shower. And a three-hour bath. To unsee some of the Fowler images that my mind projected across the screen.The Sullivans had found three deranged video clips on Fowler’s laptop. From his time in Iraq. Example:Shaky camera, dimly lit, dusty room. Terrified mother and father, one son, one daughter. Civilians. A voice behind the camera boomed, “ES is in the. Thats when i felt something in my ass. it felt big it was deep and i could barely move with it in me.i tried to speak but my mouth was gaged with a ballgag." its time for your training" she ran her hands all over me. the satin felt so sensual against my skin.I tried to remember how i got here. as i stared at the woman in front of me straining to see against the light.the night before i had gone drinking and met a girl she was hot and asked to go to my place i figured it was my lucky night. on.