In this, Frank is as predictable as the sunrise. In all else–earthquakesare more predictable.The north wall of the warehouseis six inches thicker th...n the others, and Frank palms a panel six feet fromthe northeastern edge. The panel slides left, revealing a chute that dropstwenty feet, a ladder stretching the distance. Top and bottom, there are twoblast doors, which would both withstand a nuclear weapon. Lucky Frank; he founda fallout shelter two years ago, and made it home. Sort of.The chute. Unknown to Braedon, Sloan stood and looked at his chances of taking Stalker as they planned and saw it had faults, realizing it would have left them vulnerable and without defence. Kyla ran from the castle and down the steps to Sloan, hugging him tightly, as Sloan approached. Braedon gave him a small smirk, seeing the attention lavished on him. In his own heart, he wished that to be Arabella coming to him. No matter how she greeted him, he had to warn her and the others of what he knew from. The short, bristly mane stood up stiffly on his arched neck and his moist lips folded back from his big, blunt teeth as he snorted noisily, spraying slobber from his jaw.Valerie stepped in and closed the door. Standing back, she stared at the animal's incredible hard-on. His prick seemed to have grown bigger, if anything. What a feast for her eyes as she fondled her pussy!The massive wedge of dark, naked cockmeat loomed out from the hairy prick sheath. Flecks of spunk glistened in milky drops. As I beat my dicklit I came again, this time I call out… “fuck me harder nigger use this white crackers ass, castrate me Roen “CASTRATE ME NOW!” It was a dry orgasm this time as my tiny nuts where drained dry, when I came off my sex high I wanted to call my ex-wife to see if she would do it to me, but decided to first see if I could find any black men to service my pussy ass, it would be my first Ho=Mo expertise ever. Well as some of you white guy may know, it turns out its a lot easier then.