She knew it now. Her cunt was open for the spit, her helplessly quivering lips offering a discrete passage into her soft core. There were people, coup...es and even children on the bleachers, watching curiously to see a girl converted into a spitroast. Sellers passed among them offering girlmeat steaks, burgers and fries with an assortment of sodas. She was thirsty, but it was too late for that.'Aaaah!' She gasped in shock as the tip of the spit met the parting of her lips. Instinctively she. . *gg*'Bea: 'hey Kristin, schockiert?'Caro: 'hast ja Max'Bea: 'ist doch was anderes'Kristin: 'ihr seid echt verdorben! ;-) Nema und Leander .... ts, ts, ts. Sollte ich mir besser jetzt gar nicht näher ausmalen, was die beiden anstellen - und noch dazu, was die Mütter dabei denken'Caro: 'alternative Gedanken in Covid Zeiten *lach*'Bea: 'malst es dir aus nur, oder dann auch Max, wenn er nach Hause kommt?'Caro: 'und auch, was für versaute Gedanken wir haben?'Kristin: 'kopfkino gehört für uns. We’ll be stopping off there at a fun port I know called Ensenada. Puerto Rico is a great place, nothing like Haiti at all.”Linda changed into a bikini, gathered her sun worshiping gear, and headed up to the sundeck. On the way, she walked past the crew lounge and saw four of her off-duty crewmen raptly watching the unfolding national stories. The screen showed pictures of all three Angels, in action at the same time, and the men started cheering. The News video of the White Angel rescuing. "Simonds shook his head. "Now you've lost me."Quince smiled as he got up and headed to the door. "Come on, I'll let you in on a little secret."A sharp, pounding headache drew Jeff back to consciousness. It took him several long minutes to gather his wits. He was lying on a bare concrete floor in a small room. It had no window and only one dim lightbulb.How had he gotten there? He sorted his memories into some kind of order. He had been going back to the cheap room he was living in during this.