"I thought about it for a while and decided, in spite of my suspicions, I could really use the extra cash. "Yeah, well I guess maybe we could try it a...d see how it works out."He didn't give me a chance to reconsider. "Great! It's a deal then. Come in at noon on Thursday and we'll get started."My instincts told me that all wasn't quite right, especially when he told me to use the back entrance to his apartment accessed from an outside stairway. But naivety pretty much defines most sixteen. ‘Out of gas!’ he yelled. He put the car in neutral and started pushing it to the side of the road. A man from the car behind him got out to help him. The Rustmobile was secure on the shoulder of the road. ‘Thanks a lot,’ Jim said to the man who had just helped him. ‘You can get in our car,’ the man offered. ‘We’ve got air conditioning.’ ‘Thanks just the same. I’ll walk to a gas station up ahead near the bridge. By the time I get back traffic should be moving again.’ *************** Jim was. " Mobutu finished his hot dogs and milk. "I would relieve myself." The bathroom is down the hall on the right."Mobutu stood and walked to the bathroom. He took out his long cock and relieved himself. Wet swimsuits hung over the shower curtain. Stupid Americans, he thought leaving an item that would give him control of them lying around. The beefy black man grabbed a hold of the bikini panties. The entire bikini was small, and would show off Wendy's magnificent body. He looked inside the. That alone feels like the perfect punishment to him. “Stand up,” he demands of her. Laurel works her way to her feet, though her legs have almost completely given up on her at this point. She knows that she is not going to be able to take much more, but she wants more. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” he says pointing to the bed. Laurel is not sure of what she can handle, but she does what he says. She crawls slowly onto the bed. Her ass hanging out with her panties down around her.