I tried to explain to him how tired I was,but before I could, he said now, and hung up.I finished drying off, puton my shorts,tee shirt and flipflops,...when I realized,my toes were still painted.Oh hell, it's only a few blocks, and I would be in the car.The big mistake I made,was to lay down for a few minutes.I was awakened by my phone ringing.It was John again,and all he said was to check my e-mail.I brought up my e-mail,and the it was.Pictures of me sucking cock,covered in cum,and getting my. ' He found it, opened it up, quickly put things away, and then got what he needed. After about twenty minutes he had his breakfast made, and he was quickly inhaling it in.He cleaned up the kitchen, and got right to work. He started arranging the bedroom first. Got all of his cloths out, hung them up, made the bed, set up several pictures of his family and friends around the room. He then moved on to what would be his study room. They already had a nice computer desk there, so he got his. So finally they took the hood off my head, and my eyes took a minute to adjust to the light of the shack. I see these 3 big fucking dicks in my face, now just because I am on my way to PS for some sex doesn't mean that I am going to let someone violate me. Well to make a long story short man didn't scare me at all, these fuckers grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me down to the ground, next thing I know just out of the blue, the biggest one slaps the fucking living shit out of me and. ‘He saved my life. I loved him.’ They drove on a few miles, before he began, ‘Mr. Wentworth, the motel owner, had been having a problem with thefts. Some of the guests had their cars broken into and their rooms ransacked. Tonight, the guy picked the wrong people to mess with. He broke into a truck that belonged to drug dealers, and they came out shooting. Wentworth stormed out with his shotgun — the old coot’s got more balls than brains. They took a shot at him too. Then your friend Tom jumped.