Ana said it was fine for her the change in plans.Then she kissed me goodbye and walked to Helena’s car.Long after midnight I heard a vehicle pull up...in our driveway. It was not Helena`s car but rather the other one, with two persons in the front seat. I watched Ana get out of the passenger seat and hold hands with the gentleman who had exited from the driver’s side. The man appeared to be middle aged and he was black. He talked with Ana for another five minutes at the front door and he ended. They were all staring at her. She recognised one of them as living in the street, she thought he was called Alex. “Mrs Goodall” was all he said. She knew he was aged about fifteen.Again she tried to cover her naked body with her hands but failed. She was aware how vulnerable she was. One of them reached out and touched her breast with a finger.She could not stop him.“Take her in the garage,” one of them said.They grabbed her and pulled her down the driveway of the house to a garage, the owner. .. As my pace picked up, she would slowly raise her legs higher and higher until they were fully extended in the air, her toes pointed at the ceiling. I'm pumping her for all I'm worth now, trying to last because her slick vagina feels so damned good, trying to prolong this savage fucking, her moaning, groaning, and whimpering rising and making it increasingly difficult to control the seed that is one twitch away from starting it's inevitable journey, the millions of sperm waiting for the. "I have some work to do, Ladies. You all stay here. I'll return when I'm finished. Watch over the boy while I'm gone," Waite said, as he rose from the table.He handed the waiter a double eagle, and told him to bring the table anything else they wanted. He'd be back shortly. With that taken care of, he rushed out the door. He crossed the street and stayed close to the wall of the building. Carefully moving toward the partially open door, Waite drew his Colt. The alleyway between the building and.