Right now, drive into Los Angeles, I'll show you where.Paul Frenchak was about fifty five or so. He was crazy. A zealot. Not a religious zealot though... he was on of those 'I am my brother's keeper' kinds of zealots. He wanted to help save everybody. Due to a lack of means, he concentrated on families with children who were destitute and homeless. He had a big, one story building that was filled up with cots and bunks. On most nights, ten or twelve families slept and ate there. During the day,. "Suck me," he said, quietly. I moved my face closer to him. I used to have a girlfriend that would drive me wild with her mouth on me through my underwear. I reckoned that was as good a place to start as anywhere. So I placed my open mouth over the mid point of his shaft and let my warm breath permeate through the fabric and onto his skin. The moment was getting closer and closer. I kissed the white material that was stretched over the tip of his penis and then inserted my fingers into the. We sped off, going twice the speed limit. “Where are you taking me?” I asked as I held on for dear life, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be a victim of his maniacal driving. And I wasn’t sure my car could handle it. “To your house, I need to talk to your mom, and you need to change into something I can show you off in.” We stopped at a red light momentarily. “Oh I’m sorry, is this not sexy enough for you?” I slid one of my cami straps off my shoulder, Luke eyed me lustfully and licked his. Some young boys took my purse and threatened me with a blade if I didn't give them my ring as well."Justin struck a match and saw a frightened young girl of about 19 huddled against the brick looking like a veritable "Damsel in Distress" and about the prettiest one imaginable. She wore fashionable clothing with the popular exposed bosom that young girls fancied these days. Her hair was done up in the most attractive of circular buns and little tendrils meandered down the sides of her cheeks.