' Yeah, right. Joanne's hand slid down my stomach and joined Connie's on my cock. Connie then moved her hand to my balls as I spread my legs, draping ...ine over theirs to allow her more room. Each of my hands was stroking the small of their backs in slow circles, occasionally drifting down to the top of their ass cracks which was as far as I could reach. I could just get the tip of my middle fingers into the tops of their cracks. I wiggled them around to give the girls the idea I would like to. Tell me, do good little girls get wet panties from tales of slaves and whips and stuff?”She shook her head.“Out loud, please.”“No, good little girls don’t get wet panties from tales of slave and whips ‘n stuff.”“Who does get wet panties from such filthy tales?”She looked at me, then said, “Uh…dirty girls?”“Dirty, filthy cunts, do you mean?”“Yes, dirty, filthy c…cunts.”“And what does that make you?”“A dirty, filthy c…cunt?”“Is that a question, or a statement?”“I’m a dirty, filthy cunt.”“And. * Misha sat in the bed, waiting for Froo to come out of the bathroom, where she had been for the past twenty minutes. He had enjoyed the evening meeting her friends, but had sensed that she was slightly on edge the whole evening, and he wanted to know why. Eventually he heard the bathroom door open and looked up just as she stepped in through the bedroom door, her hand reaching up to turn off the light. In the semi darkness he watched as she removed her dressing gown and saw that she had on a. He knewwhere AKA worked. To put it bluntly, he knew AKA. Thatwas bad enough. Because AKA had no doubt that his success rate--his on-goingtriumph in what he thought of as THE GAME--was largely due to the fact thathe and his victims had not known each other until chance--or fate, if one preferred--broughtthem together. On some lonely road. Outside a busy mall. In a parking lot.On that well-known (to those-in-the-know) streetcorner. AKA had no complaints. Fate--or the Dark Gods,as he preferred to.