I reckon ya did a deal."George gulped. "I dain't know..."Tony clicked his fingers and a shower of blows rained down on the immobile man, who cried out...in pain as his face, ears, chest, legs and groin were pummelled. "Where the fuck is she?" I was asked," George finally confessed, groaning as he spoke. "P'lice said. If I get Annabel to them and talk I go free. But I dain't ask and she ran away. I didn't wanna be tied up and beaten up for grassin' ya up." Where is she?" I dunno," George told them. It seems that now anyone can talk me into doing things that I know are wrong. Why didn't I just go on home early like I told myself I would? Something's wrong with me... Then her thoughts faded as the overload of intoxicants melted her brain into the same formless pulp of sensation she'd experienced last night. Tonight, due to the exotic overload of sensory stimuli in the Moracco-inspired clubroom, her reaction was even stronger. "I feel so strange..." she murmured to Erik. "Have some more. Then asked if I wondered a go so I got between her legs & shove my cock in her, put my hand on her shaved mound to feel her, told her she was a dirty old slag having her cunt shaved I then started to shag her he was watching, he then started to take pictures of me fucking the old bitch, This turned me on & it wasn’t long till I shot my load up her, I pulled out & there he was taking pictures of my spunk round out of her cunt hole, I wipe my cock on her mound it felt nice & smooth, He was. It WAS big! “Daddy,” she said, unable to tear her eyes or her hands away from his swollen prick. “I… I have to know, what it’s like. I don’t care if it hurts. I… I just HAVE to know!” Bill just stared. Now that he could see her, he marveled at her perfect teenage body. A faint sheen of sweat made her skin glisten all over. She was breathing heavily, causing her firm tits to rise and fall on her chest, capped with stiff, red nipples that were simply begging to be suckled. He could see the soft.