" I don't know what you mean." Wiley sneered in irritation. "Get out of my house or I'll call the cops."Collins grabbed Wiley's cell phone from the sm...ll table sitting next to his chair. Collins was wearing black gloves and so was Batista. Both men were dressed in dark clothing from head to toe."I didn't do anything wrong," Wiley muttered. "I have no idea why you've come here. I came back from Reno like you said and minded my own business."In a way Batista pitied Wiley Bills for his sheer. Introduced them to tactical baton. Muggers paid by IRA idiots to test security. Must introduce IRA idiots one and two to baton. IRA guys (hereby known as Larry and Moe) are shooting at us again. BRB Molotov cocktails are, technically, not a concealed weapon if you have a cache at home. I chased Larry and Moe. Got Moe on the ground. Jumped by several San Francisco hippies. Gave hippies a preview course on ‘101 uses for a tactical baton.’ Moe got away. They annoy me now. Time to end the support. Then he pulled out of my pussy and slowly started entering my ass. He was in with ease because of the lubrication from my pussy and the prior servicing by my driver. Then he started stroking me very slowly.He said this was surely better than anything he had experienced till now. Then I asked him to go faster and tear my ass today. He increased his pace and again was fucking me full speed. I was on the verge of my second orgasm now and quite audibly moaning. He then told me he was going to cum. ”So Francine did what she was told. And as she told her story, Melissa recognized almost every aspect of her tale. It had all begun after the French woman's visit to Mrs Vineto, the Gypsy, to talk to her about her daughter Rebecca and the young girl's oral adventures with Stanley Robertson, and how totally unacceptable such behavior was. Mrs Vineto had seemed just as uninterested as when Melissa had talked with her, and at the end of the frustrating and increasingly rude conversation, the Gypsy.