” They both looked at Chrissy sitting on the couch, her slender legs curled up underneath her. “Like I said, she’s gonna die one way or the othe.... Why let her go to waste?” After a final moment of consideration, Marco relented. “Okay. Have your fun with her. Just make sure you put a bullet in her brain when you’re done.” “Oh, no,” Robbie said gleefully. “I’ve got plans of my own.” “So long as she’s dead.” Robbie returned to the other room. “Get up, Chrissy,” he said.. . Veronica. I think." The slave nodded at this, but otherwise stayed perfectly still. "Now, take off that silly mesh shirt." Veronica moved to do as he said, and Travis watched feeling his cock, that still hung limp outside his boxer shorts start to grow. Andy noticed and laughed a little. "Getting excited Travis?" He asked sarcastically. "Fuck you, like you arn't" Travis replied, still not taking his eyes off the naughty little treat Andy brought home. The slave stood again after removing her. Your bride-to-be, Emily, was a stunning brunette, and she knew it. She was average height, 5'7", but there was nothing else average about her. Her long wavy brown hair seemed to always shimmer with an unnatural glow which complimented her flawless skin. She wore a knowing smile and a pair of eyes that could see right through you; they were what drew you in the first time you met. Well, that, and the fact that she had a heavy set of D-cups which were mesmerizing.A blessing and a curse. You. The barista dropped off my drink before we began chatting. We made small talk as we sipped, looking around at everyone enjoying the morning. When our drinks were almost finished, Trina reached over to take my hand in hers. I looked at her, wondering what she was going to say. She took a moment then softly told me she found me very attractive. She had since she was in high school. I was very flattered.She went on to tell me she's noticed my reaction when she's around me, especially when she.