But you don't know the judge. Like you don't know that him an' my Herb were classmates in school?" How could I know that?" You couldn't, just like you...couldn't know that me an' the judge's wife were the same age, either." Whaaat?" I was mildly stunned."Yep. Judge knows about older guys and younger girls. An' he grilled me pretty hard about you. And cutie there. " Another one of those smiles from the cutie in question. "An' the judge, he's eighty-something, but he's hardy stuff, an' ain't goin'. Three tall, buff African-American men held her down. The one in front, who she assumed was the 'Ring Leader', spoke first. "Well look what we have here. Let's see ... blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin ... what do you think boys, 32 D?" He said with a malicious smile. Holding down her legs, he glanced at her private area. "Do you keep it shaved, like a little girl? Or hairy, like a woman?" "Fuck you!" Sierra spat at him, and the smile quickly vanished off of his face. He raised his large, black. Then, I noticed something really strange... "Julian was idly flipping a coin. Strange -- it seemed to be coming up tails more often than it should. So what? Sandy was still lying there on the the bed bare-ass naked, in fact, with that skinny bare ass sticking straight up into the air. Probably with his come still oozing out of the brown-rimmed hole between the cheeks of that bare ass. Man, what a wild ride it had been. Her rectal chamber had been hot enough to melt his cock like a wax. He just needed to know what to do when it came, and he needed it to be close enough to Los Angeles that he could get enough time to escape him.But he was prepared. He had several plans of what to do, and he was tensed, ready at any second to need to act on them. He was a physically strong man, and he suspected that he would have a distinct advantage when fighting on a moving train. This was his territory; this was the world he knew. Lance would be like a fish out of water fighting on a train..