‘It’ was what ‘it’ was; que sera sera. What will be, will be. She was comfortable with what she had; elated, even. She snuggled him closer to ...er, and soon they both drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that whoever ‘it’ was, it made them happy to acknowledge ‘it’, and have ‘it’.October 9th, 1995, 1:00 AM MST, Mile 2486, S. 355 Ave Crossing, Tonopah, AZOld man Langston was driving his ancient Chevy Biscayne south along S. 355th Ave, heading to his little shack in Tonopah, Arizona. It. ” He said.“You're welcome.” Emma said, waiting for the rest of his praise. “I...I'm not sure...” He began.“What is it?” Emma asked, cutting him off.“It's just...it's nothing. Don't worry. I'm just really tired from work.” He said. “Chris and I had a really busy day.”“Oh.” Emma said. “Well, that's okay. I understand.”He sat in silence again.“Babe, is there anything else wrong?” She asked him. He turned to look at her. “No, honestly. Just tired.” Emma didn't quite believe him, but she desperately. No one moved, they simply stared at Mr. Stevensons back as he watched his hosts oldest daughter lead his slave away. ?Are you really going to let her live?? Mr. Smith finally asked. Mr. Stevenson whirled around and the men all flinched back. But the big man was smiling. ?Of course not. Let’s kill Sally before they get back. I want to surprise Ms. Purdy. I’ll get her on all fours and when I shove my dick up her ass I’ll push her head under the water. It’ll be just like an old. I was ready willing and able. Wasn’t in there thirty seconds and was being followed by two big guys. I went straight to the gloryhole and left the door wide open. One stud went the booth next to me and stuck his huge cock through the hole. The other came in right behind me. I hit my poppers several times and proceeded to get fucked from behind while sucking a cock through the hole. The door to my booth was open so I could see them lining up to take turns fucking my hole. I was a slut and they.