We sat Johan down and read him the riot act. Then Rosie made him unlock his phone and computer, and she went through his stuff. It turned out he’d...been a helluva photo collector.”“Y-you mean—”“Apparently he’d been lurking online and asking guys for their pics. He seemed to have quite the library... at least till Rosie wiped it out.”I licked my lips. “So my pictures are gone?”“Yeah,” she said, “along with God-knows-how-many others.”“Oh thank God,” I said as I felt my muscles loosen up.“You. They were then tied tight to the spit. Movement was near impossible but she found that there was just enough movement for her to be able to slowly fuck herself on the long hard steal pole inside her.James and another member of the football team then grabbed both ends of the spit, released it from the Jessica 3000, and carried it over to the pit where Jessica could feel the heat of the fire as they got closer. The spit was placed onto two "Y" shaped poles with a crank locked onto the end of. We waited for the rain to stop and ventured out. The club was moderately busy when we arrived. I paid the cover charge for us both and we found a seat next to one of the stages. Looking around I noticed that Ashley seemed to be the only one in the place that wasn’t working. That made me feel so happy and special that my girl was on my arm in a place full of lone men. At this point I cut myself off from any more alcohol as I didn’t want to spend my night drinking only to succumb to whiskey-dick.. As I climbed the stairs, I heard what sounded like my father grunting and I almost panicked, thinking he was hurt. He’s not very agile and with his gut, he rarely can see where his feet are going. Just before deciding to sprint up the rest of the stairs, I heard a whimper that was much smaller and feminine. The first thing that rushed through my head was the discovery I made about my father about his affairs. The dog was back in the game. But, at his age? Was that even possible? And who in the.