The door made an eerie creek with every pump Tom made. Renae wiped some spit off her face as she sucked like a little whore and wiped it on her ass. S...e started fingering her wet ass as she gagged and choked on Tom's massive cock. Renae could wait no more. She begged him to fuck her. Tom stood back glaring down on Renae. Her pj's were at her knees, her top and bra were pulled up revealing her little nipples, her face was covered in spit, and her makeup was running from her eyes watering. Tom. She watched him for a moment trying to think of what she could do.It all seemed very puzzling to her. If detectives who were trained to find people did not have a clue, what could she possibly do?She shook the thought of giving up out of her head. It would not help finding Dustin one bit. He needed her and she knew it. Her hands balled into fists again as she bolstered her resolve within her mind."Detective I really want to help. I think my friend is in danger. What can I do?" she asked. I wondered why! we kept walking and we came to the tree's the loo's were well hidden, i entered the loo and it was dark and shabby but when you have to go you go. there was toilet paper thank god, the wife was outside making sure nobody walked in on me as i sat down i never noticed a hole under the toilet paper it must have been there for a purpose, i went to grab the toilet paper and there was somthing there hard and warm i shit myself again,lol,,it was a mans cock it was sticking right. Patrice was a nice-looking blonde piece and Helen didn't hurt the eye, either; Thomas and Matthew were both All-American male model types, also blond. On the sponsor side, everyone was a brunette; Frances Carpenter was the mate/mother and Geraldine was the thirteen-year-old. Frankly, they weren't hard to look at, either. Randall, the sponsor, was on his way to Medical. "Wake 'em up," I told the medic who stayed to monitor the sleeping beauties.Turning to the Ericsson women, I said, "This has.