I snatched his glasses from him, (by the way he was also tied down)rightyou blind little fuck pig you will only get these back when you agree tolisten...to what I have to say. I'm sorry please give them back to me Ican't see you.Ok, basically I am in a relationship with Andrea, but we still like sexwith men as well, and we intend to start a business whereby both men andwomen can relieve their sexual urges, and you will be our host, yourrequirement will be a fuckslut cumeater who will service. She immediately went to the cocktail table and grabbed a drink and gulped it down. This was not what she thought this day would be like. All her horrible memories were coming back strongly. Why did she let Maddie convince her into coming. Thankfully, not everyone was as unkind. Many had asked her what she was doing and they showed her pictures of their children and houses. They remembered who she was but had grown up enough to not call her Manigger or piggy. The night was becoming salvageable. . . before that damn war changed everything.She'd felt so badly for her brave and apparently formerly athletic hero. "Gosh, Sledge, you were a World Cup soccer star, even with your clubbed feet? How brave! That darn war!"Her face had been wet with tears, but it wasn't nearly as wet as her oh-so-gullible pussy.He'd just patted her on the head before draining his tiny nuts in her ear.Sledge didn't mind that Pollyanna was just too plum stupid to realize that a forty-year-old man in the year 2009. "We were new to the project, so we didn't know what to do. We certainly couldn't pay the money they wanted. My Grandfather was a custodian at a furniture store, and he was paid barely enough for us to eat and pay rent. They decided not to pay, and Grandmother told that to the man who came around the next afternoon. He told her that she was going to regret her decision and left after punching her in the stomach, not very hard, but hard enough to knock her down."Nothing happened the next day, but.