The background was perfectly formed: the sun was setting over the Golden Gate, the sky was on fire with the clouds saturated with color ranging from a...pale, almost transparent pink at the higher levels to a deep red, almost purple closer to the water. The picture was framed just right with the best that nature and man could provide only serving to accentuate her God-given beauty. Her hand was at her throat, resting on the pearl necklace that had been my wedding present to her. The diamond ring. Will she be okay? Becca asked, her face pale. My heart beat faster. Who had taken her? What if they never brought her back? She would go along with anything. I needed a way to help her. I had the syringe in my pocket. I stared at the squat, toad-like, female cop. She could definitely use the bimbo serum. I pulled out the syringe, used my teeth to remove the plastic covering over the needle, then plunged it right into the cops ass. She gasped and turned around, her eyes angry. Her hand went down. Half were males. Some were black, some were pink and some were brown. Some were large as dogs and some were large enough to rape a woman from behind. On three sides of the pig pit were rows and rows of seats, reserved for the Japanese tourists coming today. The tourists were mostly likely to be males ranging from their 30s to 60s and all horny sick bastards."They will be here in an hour's time," William said looking at his watch."So it is only two o clock then," Garry said. The tourists would. The smoke still got through the cracks, but the bread didn't burn as easily.With so much work to be done Frank and Becky didn't have as many opportunities to slip away and deal with the urges their raging hormones created. Becky became an expert at masturbating her brother. She had never had any problem reaching the pinnacle when Frank licked and sucked her pussy, so they often ended up in a quick sixty nine to take the edge off their passions. She grew to love the taste of his spunk as it.