"We got us a feisty one here Vern," the skinny guy said then stepped in front of Jessica."Come on guys," I said, starting to get concerned."Oh the pun... wants us to 'come on'," the fat one said standing up from his motorcycle. "I think he might be one of them there baby killers Lucas. Look at that Army field jacket. You a baby killer punk?"I knew that we were in trouble at that point. Unfortunately, I had made the mistake of wearing my field jacket into the restaurant."Come on guys, we don't. I swear. My inhibitions slowed me down, but they didn’t stop me. I undid his belt and opened up his jeans. His cock fought to get out of his boxers. I pulled it out and felt his hardness in my hands. He was rock solid, long and made me want to do so much more. I stroked him as we made out, but eventually he made his move for more. He pushed my head down, a move that usually turned me completely off. However, this time I let him take the lead. I wanted to do whatever he wanted. I had a feeling. "Failed attempts? But I thought..."Vanlo held up a hand and smiled. "Do not fear, Amanda. Yes, these are failed attempts, but a totally different type of failure. This type actually gets me closer to the goal. Each one you see is a little better than the last."Amanda nodded. "How much longer do you think it will take you, Master?" Hmm. That I cannot say. But at least now I do feel I will eventually reach the goal." And do you think you can make something that will fix slaves that have already. The room had athree way mirror and he looked at himself from all angles. He couldn'tdecide what he thought of his butt. He looked at his hoodie andwondered if he could wear it out. He realized that he had no choicebut to face the firing squad.Harper and Miley were standing by the entrance when he walked out."Wow," Harper said, "You look AMAZING. That dress is so great."Ryan stared at the floor. "I dunno. It's kinda short and I feelkinda..." Naked? Exposed? Cold?Harper put her hand on.