Danach bring sie zu mir. Und bring Anna mit. Ich werde sie dann einficken!“ Layla verneigte sich leicht: „Ja, Herr!“ Manuela zitterte am ganzen ...eib als sie von der Frau ins Haus geführt wurde. Sie wollte nicht entjungfert werden. Nicht hier in Russland, nicht von einem perversen Mann, nicht unter diesen Bedingungen. „Bitte!“ flehte sie die Frau an, „helfen Sie mir!“ „Ruhe!“ war die einzige Antwort. „Ich…“ versuchte es Manuela erneut. Doch die Frau hatte nun die Geduld verloren. Sie ergriff. The heavyset man upon spotting Art's automatic instantly reached for the revolver tucked in the waistband of his slacks.Tony and Willie being completely unaware that Art and Louie had come out of hiding saw the heavyset man's movement as one hostel toward them and both men reached for their weapons.A deafening muzzle blast echoed from behind Art and a small black hole appeared in the forehead of the heavyset man. The .45 caliber slug from Louie's automatic exited out the back of the heavy set. It wasn’t very impressive from the outside; having formerly been a small warehouse building that he had converted into a dwelling. Inside, however, it was magnificent. DF was clearly into Japanese décor and the entire apartment was open-plan. The place was modern, chic, and minimalist. All the large art works were monochromatic and extremely stylish.After grabbing a beer I was given the grand tour. I won’t bore you with all the details but just mention two aspects of the place that blew me. "Where's Mom? Or Aims?" Church, I assume. Mom's not in her bedroom; I peeked in. And you know even the Pestridges go to church sometimes. It's Sunday. Remember?" Oh yeah."She regretted that she hadn't tried to wear something sexy. "Which reminds me of a recent sermon about the joys of brotherly love. Please hurry up with your bowl of Cheerios." Why?" Because Sunday means your insanely aggravating ban on fucking me in the house is finally over! You haven't fucked me since Friday with Xania, and.