"Please, it's been so long. I need this so badly." What about Debbie?" I asked.She narrowed her eyes and glared into mine as she spat out her reply."D...bbie can never know of this, she must never know! Just please Michael, please" she pleaded as her eyes and face softened a bit.And, as I slid my shorts down and my aching cock sprang free, her eyes widened at the sight of it; hard and vein covered. Now I wasn't hung like a horse, nor as thick as a beer can, but I was a full eight inches when. After a few seconds, she started counting down from sixty.I went through a mental checklist. What had I overlooked? What might she have overlooked? The smile on her face as she passed thirty was insufferably smug.One last place, and there wasn't much chance she's overlooked that. Rule 12: "If you can't eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, what's wrong with you?"I opened the freezer door. The box was still there, Jolly Green's Brussels. While kissing her and squeezing one of her nipples intensely, he said, “I think you have already been debauched. Tonight, you will be our depraved and shameless slut, ready to take whatever we decide to give you! Now suck my cock to earn your dinner.”She slid to the floor and greedily took him in, wanting every inch, knowing they would once again take her to depraved, wicked, and lovely places. He had taught her how to make love to a cock, how to savor it, as if it were hundred year old cognac,. It looked like death to him. Not as obviously death as a double barreled shotgun might have, but death none the less. True death.The man still hadn’t spoken. He giggled, hysterically, though. That is not a good sign, Clipper thought. Clipper slowly moved, trying to shield Girl with his body. The man did not like that. Rage flooded his face, and he shook the gun with his bony hands and leaned forward like he was fixing to absorb some recoil from the weapon. Oh shit, thought Clipper. Is that.