Then she had laid me down onCarrie's bed and ?was undressing me."Oh Danny, what beautiful skin you have," she said, while stroking mychest and thighs....It was like she was treating me like a chick.Complimenting my hair and how soft I was, and how pretty I was. And allof a sudden it sounded familiar. You know, deja vu? And I remember Carriewould say the same things to me while playing with my hair. Then shestarted playing with my chest. I mean, I don't know if you noticed, butmy nipples have. "General Washington's coming down from New York, his high and mightyness hisself, and he's got a French army with him, a big one, with heavy guns that are coming by sea. We also hear rumors that the French fleet is on the way to the Chesapeake. They should be here by the end of the month or early September." I'll be damned," I said. "And Cornwallis." We think he's left Portsmouth completely, and he's waiting for supplies, but you can go down there next week and make sure. Right now, go help. ?Hanson moves toward the man again, despite the approaching guards. ?Is that a threat, warden?? he asks.?Knock it off, Glenn,? I say suddenly. ?Let’s go back to the hotel.??A wise choice, young lady,? the warden says, reaching into a box on his desk and thoughtfully lighting a small cigar.?The nerve of that asshole!? Glenn sputters, snapping his cell phone closed and opening his suitcase. ?I’ll have the FBI down here tomorrow if he continues to stonewall us.?I fall on the hotel bed sheets and. With the strap gone he was able to push in a little further making Michael moan in obvious ecstasy. With his heart racing in anticipation Ryan gripped Michael’s rock hard cock in his left hand. He took the twisted sounding rod and rested the cold end against the tiny opening. Michael tensed before the torture had even began, his bunching muscles translated into a wash of pleasure for Ryan. Breathing heavily Ryan started to work the cruel rod down into Michael’s raging.