Wonder how this one wraps her lips around a cock?Beth shifted uneasily on the hard chair. The minister wasn't bad looking for an older man. But his ey...s. When he looked at her they sent a shiver down her spine. Like a hunting cat. A predator. And he was, she was sure. Those eyes reminded her of Brad's, her older brother's best friend, the one who'd seduced her when she was only fourteen. The way that young girl walked meant only one thing. The preacher had fucked her. Had she liked it?Beth had. "Ow! Jeez Sadey. Where was I?" Try 91.5."Out poured soft electric sounds of smooth jazz from the small yet effective Bose speakers. Marta learned from stripping and performing call girl duties that her preferred music, the kind she listened to and enjoyed, trance inducing rock descended from Joy Division and becoming Emo, or when rowdy hardcore punk, always with intelligent lyrics, or when being creative for choreography, sparse avant garde music of various sorts, that music as atmosphere. “Leaving by yourself love? Shall we sort you a taxi?” “I’m OK tonight, thanks anyway. I’m going to walk down and get the bus I think.” “If you’re sure love.” He growled. “Look after yourself.,” said the other, before shaking his head and muttering “I wouldn't let my daughter walk home from here.” "Hey, I heard that gramps! I’m old enough to look after myself thank you!” I giggled as I waved goodbye. I’d done this walk so many times I couldn't count anymore. It was an area I came to often just. And you ruin the key just to keep me from seeing it?”“I guess it was the wrong key,” Keith said blandly. He and Maddie got Fry back to his feet and stood facing Derek.“It’s a good thing we have another then, isn’t it?” said another voice from the tunnel. Yousef stepped out into the light of the room from the shadows where he had been watching with a rifle pointed at Derek. Derek did not lower his gun, but shifted his aim slightly toward Maddie.“Yousef,” he said. “I thought you were lost.