After a few games he said he needed to go piss, so I took this time to look around his room.Next to his drawers I saw a laundry basket full of dirty l...undry, I browsed through it and found a pair of black boxers with an obvious looking cum stain in the front, I raised it to my nose to absorb it's scent.I heard the door of his toilet open and I quickly rushed! "What are you doing?" he shouted, I blanked for a moment and dropped the underwear, "Are you gay or something?!" he said, this time far. Sandy and I joined with the Imam and the other men who had been in the conference room in the front of the Mosque to look at the damage. It was amazingly extensive. What was left of Sandy's Ford was twisted junk. I looked around the wreck for my clothes and found the little gym bag with the three magazines further down the street, along with my suitcase that was torn open. Lying on the side of the road was my briefcase with my laptop in it. Wonder if that was going to work?When a fire truck and. That’s right, on fucking skid row, no doubt about it, skid row, Planet X, licking the asses of lords and ladies everywhere on that nasty planet.How dare those pimps compromise the little virtue left in my prisoners. Fuck the recruiters, let them come. Let them try something. That’s right, you heard right, I protect my girls just like I protect my own pussy and my own virtue. I stand by them. I sure do.Later, the recruiters, hardened, old slavers who use whips if you don’t tow their line, might. They must have thought I was insane.The manager must have agreed too. He looked at me with annoyance and said, "I wish you kids would quit smoking dope and taking all those drugs and then come here wasting my time." He then looked at her clothes and asked with his most pervy voice, "So she's nekkid?" With that, he left with his hand deep in his pocket and said sarcastically, "Have a great night lady."I didn't know what to do. My bestie had vanished, leaving her clothes and phone behind. She.