He had so many things to think about, he felt overwhelmed. The camping trip was exactly the kind of thing he needed. He owed Mr. Piotrowski more than ...e could ever imagine. How did he always know the right thing to do? Scott envied him.The next morning he was halfway to the barn before he remembered that he didn't have any chores to do. What was he going to do with all the extra time?Back in his room he put his desk chair against the door handle. He rarely ever had visitors, but now would be a. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, he was glad to see they were almost home. This conversation had turned far more serious than he had expected. It was not often that a woman confronted him, and certainly never this early in a relationship. He admitted to himself that no one had ever nailed him with such painful accuracy. He tried to squash a fearful protectiveness that he felt coiling around his heart. He didn’t want to let himself hide.Up ahead, he saw his mailbox. Downshifting again to turn. "Hey, this little bitch is really enjoying himself," said the invisible man behind Jared, and a muscular, hairy arm wrapped around his waist to take hold of his hard cock. Only about 4" long it paled in comparison to the monster in his mouth, but feeling the man touch him Jared gave an involuntary shudder, and a little moan escaped his stretched lips. The other men laughed, and the hand began to jerk him off as he continued to bob up and down on the intruder's cock. It wasn't long before. He didn't feel particularly defeated. It was just a setback in his eyes. A setback that could be rectified at a later date depending on the length of the sentence. After all, they hadn't killed anyone and no one was actually injured. He just had to be careful that not too many photographs were taken of him in custody because there were likely dozens of female victims who had succumbed to his well-planned confrontations in almost deserted places.The constables who entered the home discovered a.