Not just that, but he really had killed a man; Jenny’s loving father was a convicted murderer. Staring at the back of his girlfriend’s head, her b...onde tresses a distraction even now, he thought with wonder that she looked past that rock facade and only saw the man that was her daddy. Oh sure, she knew, but she’d placed the knowledge in some mental back compartment and filed it, to be opened at a later time. The words of greeting that bubbled off her lips into the phone as her father picked up. Monday I ran into her again and after some light chat about the weather and inflation, I finally got to know her name; Chandra, sweet, just like her. I’ve also learned that she worked in Netherlands for 3 years as a teacher, but decided to return to South Africa for good. After this I don’t see much of her resulting in me being a bit agitated at work. After three days of looking out for Chandra I decided to make a turn on the 2 nd floor. Stepping on the floor I was just in time to see Chandra. Tom now reclined in front of me. “Turn over you hot cockslut!” Bill said. “I want to fuck you like a girl!” I obediently rolled over onto my back. Tom sat me up, placed a pillow beneath my shoulders and laid me back down so that my head tilted backwards. I spread my legs for Bill as he crawled up on the bed, his massive boner leading the way. Bill draped my legs across his arms & poked his insistent pecker right into my asshole. The moment his engorged beefstick slipped up into me I felt that. Don watched through the glass as they played. Kasey, Jenny and Robin Matthews were bopping along with the newest song. Stix was hamming it up as he added percussion fills here and there. Keys sang a harmony as Don overdubbed a quick solo. Life was good. The Gibson sang to him as his fingers caressed her neck, much like Jessie's passion song the night before.The song ended and Stix whooped. "Perfect!"Don hauled the axe off his shoulder and set it down on the stand next to the studio amp."One.