He was intrigued to see who this new individual was and when he arrived, exactly on time as by now he knew the penalties for tardiness, he hoped he'd ...ave an opportunity to meet her."You'd be Mr Franks," said a curly haired blonde, cheerily as she opened the door. "Come right in, Ms Wilkie won't keep you a moment." She ushered him into the front room. George saw that it had been re-equipped as an office since he was last there. A small name plate on the desk said "Rebecca Phillips" and George. He then pulled out from Stacy's pussy and stuffed his big cock back in his shorts. He clearly could bring Stacy to orgasm at the snap of a finger. He held her up with his hands. She didn't speak. He helped walk her over to the bed where she laid down. She was like an injured bird. She curled up on her side and seemed to be in a state of bliss, on the verge of falling asleep or passing out.Bill turned to me after getting Stacy settled."Dude, Stacy just can't get enough, I swear. I've been. “Joe, we need to talk. I think that maybe you misinterpreted me. You see, when I said that I intended to eliminate the threat, I meant to give you a choice. In two hours, you will no longer live in Providence, Rhode Island. And by that, I mean that if you are still in Providence, Rhode Island, you will no longer be alive. And also by that, I mean that if you are still alive, it is only because you are outside the city limits. And, if you ever ... ever ... come back to this city ... or, of. Her stockings were streaked with my cum and her juices, her top was ripped open to the waist and did nothing at all to conceal her magnificent breasts, and her face and chest were still coated with a drying layer of my jism, but she was beautiful. I watched her try and straighten her clothing, then she laughed. “I must look like the last person to leave an orgy!” she said. “We’d better get out of here. Will you be alright, Jonas?”“Yeah,” I replied, unable to express myself more clearly. “Good..