“Please! He's crazy this time!“Who are you? What's your name?“Marcy. Please, I'm afraid he's going to kill me.”“Call the cops!”“I can...t! He's dirty. He has criminals for friends. They can help him get away with anything.”“Where are you?”“My house. I'm at....”There was a roar of rage, a scream, and then that sound that lets you know you're the only one there.Shit. This was crazy, and I knew it, but there was no way I could just forget about it. I tried re-dialing the number. The call. Besides sleep, it's another favorite hobby of mine. It's free and can be done almost anywhere. For now, I'll focus on the times when I have a short window of opportunity for an afternoon nap.Other times, when I have the house to myself and adequate time, I have a more elaborate ritual: one involving some of my favorite toys and, perhaps, reading a story or two or perusing porn. That's a story for another day. Today I only have time for shorter pre-nap playing.I like to start by lying on my bed. I felt him wiggling and adjusting until his pants slid down. he grabbed my wrist and held it in front of his crotch, rubbing his cock on my hand until i opened it, then closed my hand around it. He wasn't longer than average, he was kinda thick, but the head of it was Huge. I don't know why it was so big. I began stroking it up and down, and he pulled my other hand down, letting my dress fall forward, and my breasts hanging loose. He began squeezing them again, and alternating sucking. She still had to answer to the Princesses and Queens, who called all the shots. There are 5 Queens and 5 Princesses and 10 Advisors. Below them are generals, one for each state. Then you have a mayor for every city. And the lowest are subjects. It was pretty much a gang of lesbian women. The leaders usually have great jobs and people who live in poor neighborhoods do all the dirty work. I think there are other secret groups within the gang, but I’m not sure who they are or what they do.Capa.