Fat George as he was known as,had no real sense of humour or personality. He was just a big hulk of a thugand strong as an ox. ?I?ll tell him.Sure. Ev...rything will be ready Boss, no problem. Yeah, consider it done?. Mikeywiped his brow. ?Well he is notin a good mood? The Greek cast Mikey an enquiring look and shrugged hisshoulders. ?Oh yeah, Bosssays she ain?t going nowhere to report nothing, so you can fuck her, and slapher around a bit if you want, but don?t do no harm to her. He wants her in. She permitted and the two did not hesitate to accept. “My name is Sister Mafita. Remember, should you survive, you have The Almighty to thank!”Els drew a great sword from her spatial ring, from the tip of its long and wide blade to the other end of the hilt it was consecrated by bizarre formations, which gave the impression of a vicious paw. She squinted in deep concentration as a white, poised aura manifested around her body.Sioul transformed to his animalistic form. His body rested on all. I want to serve you and service you like this forever, Michael. Please, please tell me I am your slut. Please? I will be good, I will do anything you ask of me, I swear. Just please tell me I can go on being your cum slut.. please?" I said.It was his turn to pause before answering me. And at first, I thought he might not agree to this thing after all. My heart began to sink. I had opened up to him, let down my guard and put myself out there for him...Michael took me by the shoulders and pulled. "Really, I'm sorry ... about the flirting. I know you don't need that." That's all right," she said. "At least from you."As Lacey walked to her car, she thought about what had just happened. For an hour and a half, her mind had been clear. Trying to keep up with Bob on the court took all her concentration. It had been wonderful to do something that made her forget. And afterward, sitting there. She had said it was all right for him to flirt with her, but she wasn't sure about that. It had felt.