The subaltern nodded as he fitted his key to the large lock on the iron hasp. "That he is." He threw open the door. "Visitors, Miss, from your sire."T...e girl sat on a cot built into the wall on the far side of the small structure. The room measured only about eight by perhaps fifteen feet with a cold hearth at one end. An old table and two worn chairs were the only furniture. A small bowl sat on the table and a stoneware jug on the floor. I did not see anything else worth noting."Tell them to. ” “Please Luke, Andy and I need some alone time and you are our only hope.”“Let me talk to the other 2 guys and call you back mum.” I replied,Later that evening when when Liam and Jackson were back home I talked to them.“You say she’s hot looking?” Jackson asked.“Yeah, not very tall, slim with smallish tits, blonde hair and a cute face.” I replied. “She looks to have a cute little, round butt as well, not that I’ve seen it.”“Who’s going to pay for the food that she eats?” Liam asked.“I’ll cover. She saw he was in his car now.“Alice! Please baby! We need to talk!”He stopped with his mouth open. His wife was on her knees, staring into the phone. Her face was partially obscured by an enormous black cock held in his wife’s small pink hands.The resolution was good. He could see the brown liver spots on her hands. He saw the clearish fluid leaking from the slit of the black dick. He thought he could see it pulsing.“What are you doing?” His voice squeaked. His throat was dry. He convulsively. "Lay down on the floor and keep your mouth shut," the thug whispered. Al could feel the coppery taste of fresh blood as he clumsily made his way to the back floor of the car. It was uncomfortable, but he was afraid to complain. Not another word was spoken until the car pulled into the driveway of an abandoned house about half an hour later.One of the thugs opened the rear door of the car, and again said the single word, "Out."Al ended up sprawling out on his face as he tried to comply with this.