Tonight was no different, especially since she’d already smoked her fill and drank enough that she was feeling no pain and was very relaxed amongst ...er peers and queers as she called them. As it was, I had joined their little group in the middle of a heated debate. You see, not all the girls in the group were one hundred percent Girl only in their sexual preferences. As such the topic of discussion was not getting settled and seeing as I happened to be of the gender in question the “question”. She kept talking between her grunts."I want to be your slave."Your big cock fucking my ass feels so good Daddy."I want to be your slave and have you fuck me every day. "Oh fuck me. "Fuck my ass harder Daddy."It feels so good Daddy."She began to chant in rhythm with my thrusts."Fuck."Fuck."Fuck me."Fuck my ass."If fucking feels this good I want to be the nastiest slut and slave there ever was for you Daddy."Fuck me."If this was how she was going to take to fucking I had to get into this little. “Step out of the car, Misses Cramer, keep your hands in the air, and walk around to the driverside,” he pulled his gun, pointed the barrel at my wife.“Charlie, what’s this man talking about? I don’t understand?” she said, batting her eyes. “After all, Officer, you don’t have a warrant. Can’t we talk this out?”Pulling the baggy from his pocket, he waved the dope for her to see, “Don’t need one.”Shit, she’s trying to flirt with him.“I haven’t a clue what you mean?”“Don’t act like a dumb cunt,” he. The mood was somber to the point of terror as word quickly spread that three children and a teacher were trapped on the third floor. One of the old men standing near Rachel expressed the opinion that a gas leak must have occurred with an explosion following it. The wall had been knocked off the end of the building and the intense fire followed immediately.Then a woman on the other side of Rachel told how she lived just up the road and she had a couple windows blown out in the blast. Then she.