My head's starting tospin. Keep thinking though. If I concentrate I won't become a slutagain. Where's that exit? Hmmm. Maybe if I concentrate on memor...es...How 'bout them Yankees? I hate the Yankees. Cheating bastards. I wonderwhat Deborah's doing right now. I hope she remembers me. If I can makeit back to her... maybe she can help me find help for this thing I'vebecome. Damn, too many doors. And this slit between my legs is killingme. Maybe if I take the edge off a bit, she won't be able to. Fine...what do YOU suggest we send instead?" I suggest recruiting a more peaceful agent of chaos to our aid." ...That statement alone makes no damn sense. But, proceed to entertain me by searching up anyone who would fit THAT description." ......I have one search result, I will contact her now." ...Computer, what the hell is this? I told you I wanted a mercenary, not a stripper!" The Captain roared in complete anger."Calm yourself my Captain, for you greatly underestimate her. This is Vanilla. After the concert, the bikers did not hesitate for a long time and Bill pulled him a dark road next to the road where the bikers shouted now you are really used You little fagot they tore him his shirt and pushed him down to her pants where he immediately hand he palt every biker his cock until she first injected into his mouthfuck and he kept all the sperm not in it he swallowed there They began to use his asshole and pulled him down his tight pants where through the tight boxers to see his. I felt like a total slut letting this happen in front of the cab driver. I just knew that these guys knew what they were doing because I was so worked up. We acted normal when we arrived and behaved ourselves as we took the elevator to the lift and walked down the hallway to Patricks suite. He opened the door and we all walked inside. I turned to face them. I was very nervous all of a sudden. Patrick made drinks and Peter said I think I know what is bothering you. We wont say a word. This is.