I was afraid I would be too much of the drooling, inarticulate male. We circulated through conversations, sometimes staying to chat a bit and move on....I became a regular patron of the establishment, so we saw each other more often. And I soon learned I couldn’t have her. The people we were would keep us forever apart. Such things have happened before. I sighed internally, shrugged my shoulders and continued to visit where our lives intersected. But this wasn’t like before. Other times, my. ."We're good," Mac related."See you then!" Abigail hung up and called Toby. "It's on. Harmon arrives in an hour and a half!" I'll call Amy!" Amy was going to want to be there for this -- they REALLY needed to see whether they were orchestrating something good or screwing two people up."Kelly and Julio are here..." Abigail added."Make sure they use rooms on the south side of the house," Toby directed."Already done," Abigail replied."Okay, we're on our way." Toby hung up.Abigail headed to the. The party continued later that day and into the night where the seven black men took Lisa-Ann Mueller and her two daughters over and over again and again. Eventually they got themselves inside both of the young girls’ assholes as well, after which each woman was sandwiched a few times too.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A week and a half later, Paul Mueller returned from his business trip. Marcus and his friends still met. .." Sarah answered and sat back down.As Mandy walked out the door, Sarah hoped she'd trust her enough to leave the door unlocked, but no, Mandy was wise to lock the door behind her, keeping Sarah imprisoned. She could only sigh disheartened and worked up her energy.Shortly afterwards, Mandy returned, Sarah felt more stronger now, and she thought to herself, "Ok, this is it..." She took a deep breath, and braced herself...Mandy walked up to her, holding in her hand a pair of handcuffs.Sarah.