.. Kathy regained her composure enough to ask in the most sarcastic tone she could muster, “What did you do to win those? Fuck the most boys?”“T...ere was more to it than that, dear.” Once again, that deliberate, matter-of-fact voice. “Number of times per boy, duration, and quality all came into it too. But yes. I got into the spirit of the occasion while I was there. I hope you will do the same.”“What’s with the canoe and the raft? It hasn’t even got a river or lake.”“They’re metaphors. You’ll. Your only reply was, "oh ray I'm soaking already!"I chastise you for not using my proper salutation of Sir or Master, then I stand behind you so close you can feel my erect cock against your arse as I demand to know if you want my cock to fuck your cunt or does my slut bitch want an anal fucking, you gasp, "oh master my cunt is so hot that even the thought of your cock sinking in to it would be my undoing and I would not be able to prevent myself for cumming on the spot!" Good but you had. He asks her the usual questions: name, address, age, level of education ... Jasmine is uncomfortable with his dirty feet on the table. But she answers without paying too much attention and looks around the room where she is. The shutters are closed and a bare bulb shines a horrible purple light on the room. There is a poster of Claudia Moore nude, nailed to a moth-eaten poster of the Last Supper.“Are your parents still alive? - Only my mother... - Where does she live? - In Bahia. - Do you live. As his leg buckled, turning him to my right, I stepped forward and smacked him with a full-swing righthanded roundhouse slap to the side of his head, using lots of english and plenty of follow-through. The sound was like hitting a medicine ball with a two-by-six. The robber dropped like a stone. His knife bounced away and came to rest next to the door.I glanced at Carley to make sure she was unhurt, then pulled a small stungun out of the left front pocket of my cargo shorts. Bending down, I.