Roz gave me a big hug and said"Peter I'm so sorry. I never saw this coming. I hope she gets it right in a hurry."Looks like ever body knows about my t...oubles with Red, well at least every body who mattered.Turning to her guy "slave, don't you have anything to say to Mr. Peter?"I thought to myself, Mr. Peter?"Mr. Peter, I'm very sorry that I tried to trip you last Sunday. I should not have done that. I know better now. Dr. Roz has been beaten my ass every day. The only way it will stop is if you. It was an article in the San Francisco Examiner that caught my eye about some cult preying on girls in the Big Sur area with a photo of several disheveled lovelies sitting on the grass with glazed eyes. One of them was my beloved "Julie" looking several years older but still with that innocent look in her eyes.I headed off to the county courthouse located near Monterey and found out that the girls had all been bailed out by some organization called "Freedom Flowers". Nobody seemed to know. At the last party she and her husband attended he asked her to take a walk outside with him. She refused and returned to her table. He followed her and told her she was making a mistake. The man's name was Vincent. He told her she should be nice to him. If she was he promised her husband's business would prosper. He also said if she wasn't her husband would suffer. Virginia slapped Vincent and returned to her husband.Three weeks later her husband was killed. He supposedly became angry about. As Kristy finished her nursing job up in the hair of my upper thigh she moved back and her arm caught the towel. It pulled away just enough that my now erect cock could push it off and spring free."Oh sorry. Oh hey. Oh um that's nice." Kristy's quick rating of my now even harder cock didn't help. She wasn't being shocked by a porn star monster. I'm just under 6 inches and almost 5 and a half around. Straight with a slight up turn at the end. I was solid and standing proudly. I wasn't.