He pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out his identification.When the cop knocked on his window, Mike rolled down the window and looked up...at the cop. The cop took one look at Mike and said, “It’s you.”“What?” Mike asked.“You’re the one who shot that terrorist,” the cop said.At the reminder, Mike recognized the cop and smiled. Chuckling, he said, “No. The news reports that I saw said that you shot him.”The cop shook his head and said, “Mister, I saw you there. You stepped in front. Ich blieb ersteinmal sitzen, es machte keinen Sinn, wenn ich auch im Regen stand.Zumal mein Gep?ck immer noch eingescheckt war: Ich hatte nur das, wasich am Leib trug, plus eine Notfallausr?stung der Airline.Dann winkte man mir. Ich eilte durch den Regen.Eine ?ltere Frau in einer Art strenger Uniform sah mich pr?fend an. Siewar sichtlich nicht begeistert gest?rt worden zu sein. "Warten Siehier", wies sie mich wenig freundlich an, "das M?dchen vom Dienst wirdgleich kommen. Sie wird ihnen alles. When done he attaches a lead to it and Takes me over to the party at the pub, leading me by the lead and naked. Once in there he announces to the crowd that his slave is for the entertainment of them for the evening, for whatever use they want. I am soon lead away by a group of young men to their table, where I am fondled then repeatedly fucked in all holes by them over their table. After them, another man put on a show whos cock must of been at least 13 inches long and as thick as my arm,. I figured it could be worse, since I was inside and in the air conditioning. While doing some cleanup in my room, I happened to look out the window; I had to do a double take. It’s when I had my epiphany, for on a lounge chair, soaking up the hot sun by the family pool was Emily.Lying there, I didn't see my soccer playing tomboy friend. I was gazing at a brown haired, tight bodied sexpot with what looked like perfect C cup breasts, all covered by a barely-there bikini. I was transfixed. It was.