I have to think of what to do with the two of you."Steve replied," I just got here. You're mad at him. I'm sure you don't want to hurt me."Lori didn't...argue with that. She wiped away a tear and maliciously glared at me.Steve continued," I don't blame you for being upset with him. He brought this on himself."My friend was talking me into a grave."I think you just want to hurt him, like he hurt you.", my 'friend' went on.Lori seemed less agitated, but still held the.38 and paced while Steve. It was shaped like a pirate’s chest and had a big padlock on it. Frowning, he vaguely remembered telling his grandmother to get rid of his childhood toys. She’d had a garage sale about fifteen years back to help a family down the street when they’d lost all their belonging in a fire. He could have sworn she’d brought this whole chest down. He snorted, shaking his head. It would be so like her to hold onto it for sentimental reasons. Eying the padlock and the key he held, he knelt and tried the. She enjoyed a long soak. Dawn always liked to relax in a sea of fragrant bubbles. She also liked to masturbate; closing her eyes and fantasising as her fingers worked her clitty. This time she didn’t need to fantasise though; there would be no climax followed by disappointment, she was going to get fucked later by the man of her dreams. Bradley encompassed all those virile black males that filled her laptop screen. He was real and she was going to enjoy her time with him.What made it different. He walked in, confident, smiling, predatory eyes going straight to her. Emma gaped back at him, eyes round as she dimly registered some detail. The first man was somewhere in his forties, tall, obviously well-built, latent power apparent even through his clothes. Emma had a vague impression of close-cropped hair against a skull shaped like a cannonball, white teeth glinting in his smirk. He was good-looking she saw, the overall effect attractive in a dangerous way. The man was a bad boy, with.