He even thought that the guy selling the stuff was one of the men on the video." Did he get a name?" He said his name was Henry but it might have been...a fake." I need to speak to your friend, Chalky." That's just the thing. The day after I spoke to him, he was knocked down, crossing the road. Dead as Dodo he is." Convenient." I'll give you his name. You can check it out. Pete Marsh of Wickham Terrace. You'll have him on file."The door suddenly flew open and a tall suited man stormed into the. The driver was elderly but seemed very courteous. The tour guide was late but that would be easily remedied. It was the composition of the tour group that surprised me. There was not a single female in the group. It was as if we were a tour of prospective grooms heading to Russia for a peep at the current crop of unattached lovelies in search of a compatible soul mate. I figured right away it was the miscellaneous expenses paid in Amsterdam, Paris, and Rome. I wondered if it was all some sort. I hear a voice go move the fuck over, another cock goes into my pussy this time its even bigger then the first one. OMG! I need to cum, I am slapped in the face because I was about to cum and he told me not to. He has picked me up in his arms and is now pounding my pussy. I know its dripping all over his cock. He feels so fucking good inside me filling me up, but I am in ecstasy, but my belly is in so much pain. He sees the tears in my eyes from the pain and licks my face. He tells me he is. We all knew who would have to take care of the kitten when I was gone.Brit and I had been talking to everyone about finding homes for them. So far, there were no takers. It seems Precious’s reputation had preceded her, and no one wanted the ‘cat from hell’ version 2.0. Even the more domesticated version of Precious had me sporting scratches when I didn’t follow her rules. That was after we’d had a ‘come to Jesus’ meeting when I found she’d shredded my favorite pillow. I might have been wrong in.