?Youcan take it out of your mouth now.? His tone is light, dismissive. ?Oh,and open the door.? ?N-no, no, please, they'll hurt me . . . ? Janet's voi...e is husky, words slurred. ?Yes, I imagine they will. Think of how bad it would be if you were6 years old?like some of those children you condemned to a miserable, agonizing,dehumanizing death. I would think it would be easy to fuck a 6 year oldto death, wouldn't you?? ? Mmmplease , I said I was sorry, I said?? ?I don't believe you. Not yet. . If I say it enough times, I’m hoping that I might teach you something that hasn’t got a thing to do with flying.’ She was looking out of the side window again, fastening the little microphone onto her collar, ‘You just keep saying that I’m -‘ ‘Right,’ he nodded, not looking over, ‘Sooner or later, I’m hoping that just a little of it might stick. In case you’re not aware of it, you’re not in Dodge City anymore. Forget about the way that they made you feel there. In case you never saw the movie. ” Allie smiled and waved as she took Johns appearance in. He was a head taller than Rich. He was wearing only a pair of ripped jeans with no shirt. His chest and abs looked as if they were chiseled. Allie instantly felt moisture building between her legs. What intrigued Allie the most was that John was African American. Allie’s knees got weak and she sat down. All she could think of was how big his cock would be. She had always heard that black men were extremely big, and she yearned to be. You can't fight it forever. I know it, I felt it last night." His big hands were on her waist. He was sucking on her neck. Angie's body burned for him. For her brother. "No, please Frank. Don't make me do this. You know we shouldn't." Angie weakly protested. Her hands were on Frank's chest, but rubbing, not pushing."You don't want me to stop. Tell me." Frank nibbled her ear."Please. Please, Frank. I want... I want..." Angie finally caved. "I want you. Please touch me, like last night. Yes...".