"We sat up in the back..." Louise left the rest to imagination, smiling."First? Second? Third?" Becky asked."Third, after dinner at Gino's -- and afte... he told me that we were NOT having sex in a truck and that if and when I wanted it the first time, I was going to have to say, 'Pretty please'!" Huh? That's weird. Why?" Donna asked.Louise shrugged. "The Ted and Darla Jean thing had him kind of messed up -- he felt like a rapist. He said he didn't want to see that look in my eyes..." That sounds. Leslie was about toremove his fake beard when she stopped him. “No, I needSanta to fuck me.” Leslie smiled at Trish and put thebeard back. “So, Mrs. James have you been a good girl?” “Oh, no,” she replied. “I have been a naughty littleslut.” Her husband unzipped his pants and took out his hugecock. Trish ripped at her shirt, breaking off 3 buttonsand exposing her ample tits. “Oh Santa, I want my daughter to get everything shewants this year.. “But when we finally got all that sorted out, there wasn’t the discipline of school – for the moment – and there wasn’t the discipline of having to hold down a job, and ... and there was power.“Or the perception of it.”Andrew would edit out the silence that followed.“Have you ever thought how much a lot of us have invested in this game we play?” Kelly asked.“Some, yeah.”“Something I’d urge anyone, Dom, sub ... lifetime sub ... to realize it’s just a game. And for those who might feel trapped in. She had been doing this for years. Prowling the streets in her black one-piece waiting to come across petty criminals to teach them a violent lesson was something she'd become quite accustomed to. It was as though she did as a hobby, rather than out of moral obligation. Downing a quick Red Bull & Vodka, she set off into the night to serve a little vigilante justice.But tonight was not going to be like any other.Annie was aware of the recent disappearances of her colleagues. She also knew this.