"Somebody sold us down the river to the fucking Gestapo," groaned Luke."Beliveau or the guy we were supposed to go to, Captain fuckingJacques!" I sugg...sted.We had no time to speculate. As we watched, the whole group of Germansin front of the house started looking around, obviously for me and Luke,the two who'd gotten away."C'mon Luke," I said giving him a slap on the shoulder. "They'll beright here in ten minutes tops. We've gotta be two hills over by thattime. How good a runner are you?" I ken. Ahmm ok marcus whatever you say ,Daddy I have something to tell you ,im a sissy slut black cock addicted whore and tried to suck off marcus and john . oohhhhh aaahhhh fuck me all of a sudden the butt plug starts vibrating and pumping up tounching my g-spot making me orgasm while im talking to my daddy . I look over at the men and they have the cheakiest grin on there faces. Well to my surprise my daddy tells me to go over and tell marcus he doesn't mind ,as long as they keep playing poker here,. The man looked like a sixty year old version of Fat Albert. His face and jowls were shiny with sweat and the armpits of his food stained tee shirt were wet. He stepped back so she could enter the garage. Becky looked around. "Jeff what happened this place is a mess?" Nothing Becky. That sho is a nice dress you gots on." This old thing?" Becky spun around for him making the short skirt twirl dangerously high up her thighs. The dress was light green with spaghetti straps and it ended right above. Jerry, you listen to this man, He’s lean, He’s mean and He’s as loyal as a hound dog. He’ll chase you the ends of the belt if you piss him off. And then give you the last gasp from his O2 tank.”Turning back to the Sheriff, “OK, Thad, now that the pleasantries are over, what in the hell is going on? Why am I locked up?”“You’re not locked up Sir. But I needed to make sure you weren’t seen on the station. Not yet at least. Sir, I’ve got a pirate problem.”“Really Thad? what leads you to that idea..