Maybe not the best, but they killed for a living. Someone paid some good gold for them, on top of whatever coppers they tossed to the drunks.”Gasps ...nd yelps from the prostitutes drew Mindblind’s attention to the third captive, who had apparently awakened to struggle against his bonds.“Let’s go squeeze him a bit,” Raven said as she walked past.The murderer continued to struggle against his bonds, though he surely understood the futility. Unlike the other two captives, he was literally hogtied,. Tom looked him in the eye and said, "I don't believe you Bobby. You were watching the road for a reason, and somebody told you to do it. Now I want to know why you were watching the road, and who told you to do it."Bobby looked confused for a minute, but quickly realized that those were things that he did know, and if telling the man would keep him alive then he was sure going to tell him. "Yes sir, but you already know that. I was watching the road because them there other fellas was in the. The first inkling that Tom knew what was going on came one morning when I thought he was at his job. He wasn't. Jack and I were in my bedroom on the bed having our usual morning fuck. This morning he was ramming his 8 inches up my ass hole. I had learned to love this form of sex. He was thrusting and cramming all he could into my tight bung hole and I was creaming and dripping onto the bedspread as I always did. God, I loved being fucked any way you could name. He rammed and I felt the beloved. The game room in his basement is nicely finished, and in addition to a long, cushy, leather couch, several cushioned chairs, and a large-screen TV, there were two game tables set up in case more men came to the event.Tony saw me standing there, looking bewildered. He laughed and said, “Come on and have a drink, John, it will help you loosen up a little. You’ll learn that we suspend the observance of many of the church’s teachings at our meetings, and just try to have a good time.”I hadn’t had a.