Looking down, I saw where a floorboard hadn’t been properly replaced. The gang’s leader probably had it open when the attack started and didn’t ...ave time to replace the board properly. Inside the compartment was a ledger. It named names and dollar amounts paid for the girls, as well as who they were purchased from.“Sylvia, are you busy?” I radioed.“Nah, just looking around,” she radioed back.“Can you find something like duffel bags, sturdy garbage bags, or even pillowcases, and bring them to. I watched him go into the kitchen. “What!” Well, he’d told her that was clear.It was a couple of more minutes before they came out. She came to me. Put her hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes, and shook her head slightly. I nodded.That we’d be talking sooner or later I was certain. But just not today.Dinner had been good. Nothing was said about my latest personal disaster. And then it was time for me to go back to my crib, the guest house. It would be kind of lonely in there now. The bed. We take a swig and you climb onto the sofa and slowly lower yourself onto my cock which slips nicely into your hot wet pussy opening you and you feel every ridge tantalise your beautiful fat cunt.I cant take it and with you still on my cock I stand up and drop you on your back into the sofa and start pounding your pussy. Legs up in the air and i fuck you like a mad man. In and out balls slapping on your arse with every stroke.As your about to cum. I pull out and walk over to my glass. I turn. I walked back a different direction toward the parking lot. I had nothing to wipe his cum completely off my face and most of it had dried on my face. The walk back was difficult because my hole ached, and I felt my butt plug with every step I took. The walk back took me to an area where there is a pond and a bridge. It’s not far from the parking lot. On the other side of the bridge is a small open area with a picnic table and two park benches. I crossed the bridge and noticed an older man.