“I don’t have time,” he said. “Shit, I wish it were raining.”“When you get back then,” Tiffany said. “I’m not going to take no for a... answer. You make me feel so special and I want you to feel special, too. I don’t do that for anyone but you.”“You don’t have to do that for me either,” Phil said, sitting up.“I know I don’t have to,” Tiffany replied. “I’ve actually enjoyed it every time I’ve done that to you. So, plan to get your cock sucked when you get home, Mister. If you do really well, I. He had a wall full of knives and daggers, garrotes hanging by handles, a bull whip that had to have been nine feet long when rolled out. He had precision surgical scalpels, hemostats, even a stethoscope.There was no telling how long he had been at this.They had found diaries, started a couple years ago, that told of his recent killings and hinted of past ones. The diaries were scary on their own. Each page was filled with small neat handwriting from the top to the bottom, side edge to side. Maine bulaya to milne aayi hum mile baatein ki phir thodi der baad wo chali gayi maine usse uske ghar tak choda maine uska ghar bhi dekh liya phir doosre din uske college ki do dino ki chutti thi maine socha ye accha wakht hai uski chut phadne ka maine use phir hot kiya aur wo pagalon ki tarah aahahhhhhahhh….aaaaaa….ohhhhoohh jaisi aawazein nikali mai samajh gaya yahi shi wakht hai maine use kaha mai tumhare saath sex karna chahta hu wo pagalon ki tarah kahne lagi mai bhi karna chahti thiPar. The one in my ass felt like it was ripping and stretching me apart. I couldn't do anything about it. They just had their way with me all they wanted. They started to get into a real rhythm, and really going' to town on me. They were grunting and moaning all the while. They apparently had no fear of being caught.Realizing I had no choice and was not able to get away, I tried to relax my asshole and throat muscles. I had hoped that this would cause me less discomfort. The one fucking my ass must.