Hopefully, the cartel would think one of the gang had taken it at first. It might take the torture and killing of every last gang member for them to l...arn the truth. Yes, running made us look guilty, but to stay was certain death. The gang would pay for their stupidity as an example to other gangs. Then, the cartel would come after us. We needed to be ahead of them, faster and farther than they would ever look. Getting out and away and from San. I took his head in my hands and rubbed his bald head as I passionately kissed his lips. Daryl slowly inserted his rigid cock in to my anal cavity, I moan so sweetly as his cock head slipped past my outer anal sphincter muscle and hunch up to him as he encountered my inner anal sphincter muscle. His huge head popped through into my rectum as Daryl fucked slowly into my butt, I just love the way Daryl would tenderly screw me when he wanted to. For the next hour Daryl slowly tortured me so. .. somehow. Forget it; it was just too much from a logistical view point.'Wait a second!' Brad thought, 'Am I going to let bureaucratic bullshit get in the way of getting my son back?' He entered "Carl Trask" into the program. The response came back:"Subject not available within a 100 mile radius of current location." DOH!" Brad said hitting himself in the forehead. Carl had loved to watch The Simpsons; the expression had become a family funny. He hung his head, closed his eyes and let out a. Oh Dale she thought, same old. "i will for sure, have a good weekend"Lara went back to her desk to finish out her work day, she barely thought about Dale again after the exchange. Dale was at his desk working when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. pulling it out to check who was messaging him he was surprised to see it was from his ex girlfriend Lara. Dale had dated Lara in his teens and was well past over any lingering dislike he maybe had towards her after they broke up. That was years.