..”“Fine!” Interrupted Thorn in turn, and slammed down the phone to pick it up again straight away.“Get me Boase,” he snarled, not quite rea...ising he was asking the same woman he had been speaking to only moments earlier.“Yes sir,” she said softly as Thorn hung up again.“Good morning Mister Allen.”“Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?”“My name is Les, you are in an interrogation room, and you are going to answer some questions.” Les looked at a notebook he was holding. “First, I see. When they were finished, I was ordered to clean her messy pussy and his dripping cock of all traces of their love juices. His girlfriend also would dress me in her girly things. Then she would put me over her knees and spank me for being such a sissy girl. But, what they didn’t understand was that I loved it all. My only regret was his girlfriend never let me fuck her and Jim never fucked me. Many years later, after I was married to Ann for one year, we were at a gathering. In private, Tom's. "You can hardly expect me to feel sorry for you," I told her, "anyway you will live, its just a scratch or two, you do know I should kill you for stealing from me?"She nodded.I wiped the CCTV footage, and next morning the Police arrived, a trail of blood led from our back door, to where they found the Janitor three blocks away lying dead in a pool of blood, with his prick sliced off. I guessed the gold was too much for some Native to resist.Msala was very weak, I thought she might die so I. Raw. His sudden vulnerability draws you in further: you know the same expression is echoed in your eyes, the distant acknowledgement of the last time you felt anything akin to this — except it wasn’t quite this. You glance momentarily at each other, directly — a transitory recognition of blazing emotion, carefully concealed by both of you beneath the surface, that will stay etched within you, no matter how hard you try to forget it. And as soon as the burning and unbridled passion was.