" The compassionate voice reaches out to him in the darkness. The sting of a needle in his arm is instantly forgotten in the flood of warmth and energ... it brings."Hey, Sam! The Boss wants..." Mister Jackson to you, Joey." His voice was firm, but not angry."Sorry, Mister Jackson. Mister Craddock wants to see you in his office."The boy, his shoulders held a little straighter, turned and walked away. Sam gathered up his Fowler Fabrics notes and strode confidently across the busy office."Mister. Yyyyeeeessssd meeerrreeee rr aa jjjaaaa…Chusu yeah bby just lyk dat…Yahi awazein gunj rahin thi…Phir maine uski gaand ke niche ek takhiya lagaya or or uske pair faila ke uski choot pe apna lund rakha…Or andr dalne ki koshish krne laga pr wo fisal gaya…Phir maine doosri koshish ki or is baar ek zor k jhatke k sath 3 inch uski chut me utar diya…Uski aankh se aason nikl aaye or wo mujhe dhaka deke hatane ki kosgish karne lagi or chillane lagi ki chod harami meri chut ki ma chod di kutte mujhe chod. Especially now. I just plain enjoy the idea of sharing you with your old man. Also, I want to eat you out afterward ... after he and I fuck you, that is.“I also ... want to submit to either you or your father ... or mother. I want someone else to take control of my sex life, as I’m frankly a bit on the lazy side and not naturally aggressive that way. It would just be easier if someone else controlled and directed our marriage, and yes, I do want to marry you ... that’s part of the cuckold. I can reprogram the cockpit controls in English." Is there time?" Brenda asked."No. I'm starting the preflight," Trix said. "Take-off in seven minutes." Helicopter secure," Brenda announced."Initiating distractions," Maxine announced as she ran to the left and Rene ran right.Hank was running at 50 kilometers per hour when he spun so that his back slammed through the French doors of the cottage. Hank's body punched through the 'shatterproof' transparent polycarbonate that had replaced glass.