Plan the timing so most of the chemists would be there.”The Blackhawks would be in range too so you will be able to saturate the area with the mini ...uns. I want the chemists mixing the junk dead and all involved in the manufacturing dead to send a message.”‘‘I will call our supplier to get some 500 pound napalm incendiaries to make sure it all burns. I want it to be the message of what is to come if they don’t get out of the drug business,’’ I said.The conversation was the same for the Pact. She gladly took his now limp cock in her hand and licked and kissed it. She cupped his balls as she licked the shaft and it seemed to get harder. He could not believe how fast he was getting hard again, but the feel of her lips and tongue on his cock along with the sensation of the touch of her hand on his balls, was really turning him on.“Oh ya that’s a good little slut you’re doing just fine. I am going to put a collar on you so when you are here I can lead you around better. Now I think it. Now this Eileen was proving to be everything that Jacob looked for in a girlfriend. She was very good in carrying a conversation, smart, honest and also pretty. For some reason, Jacob was a bit worried about their sex life; not because that it had taken longer to start than he was used to; knowing well that it was coming. He was more concerned that he might be a little too much of a pervert for her. His truly gorgeous looking last girlfriend, Roslyn, but actually a dirty cock whore, had spoiled. No one was staring at her. No one was threatening her.When Ruth got home, Mrs. Pronko had left the newspaper by her door. The headline read, "Student Found Dead." Ruth hurried inside, locked the door, and read all about it. A student, just recently suspended, had been found behind the field house, his skull bashed in and the body mutilated. The police, the paper said, had arrested one suspect. The dead man was supposed to have raped the suspect's ex-girlfriend. However, the police had let him.