He climbed in the back, then suddenly stopped."Holy shit! She's gone!" he cried out. Stunned and surprised, he backed out of the van and looked around...wildly."Somebody's taken her!" he yelled. "But that's impossible! I was right here the whole time!" Still looking around, he noticed a bloodstained sheet blowing across the lot behind the vehicle."She must have gotten out!" he exclaimed. "Come on! Look around for her! If she's walking around loose, she's probably delusional! We gotta find her. He responded very coldly: “definitely not from you hobo” and turned the other way. I tried to talk to him a few times more, no use and finally realized his eyes were on another guy whom I had known for a long time from the scene. He was wearing a black mask of an executioner. I quickly had a plan and went to talk to him. In about fifteen minutes or so I had his mask and leather vest on. When I came back into the hall, I saw the boy looking at me once again, I slowly walked upto him and held his. A button near the bottom of the screen invites one to either request to have the selected slave summoned or to return to the main page to view the thumbnail pictures of all of the girls. I browsed among the thumbnails awhile and selected Danica, an attractive nineteen-year-old brunette from Poland with large full breasts and a thin closely-cropped strip of dark brown pubic hair. The screen cleared and a message popped up: Danica is currently in session with another Guest.What would you like to. I can only tell you that at that moment you were with me. Your finger was mine, and it slid deep into the wet, slippery hole. I rested it there, before rotating it against the fleshy walls. I squeezed my muscles and felt more sweet nectar escape my body, to rest on my finger. I slid my finger out, and ran it down my wet lips and over my clit. My body was thrashing, love, moving up and down on the bed. My whimpering sounds were growing louder, so I took my hand and covered my mouth with it. I.