I dont do drugs, Saffron explained. So you aint no good to me as a whore then are you? he asked. I just want the money I earned, Saffron said firmly. ...air enough, he said, You got the job. Job? Saffron asked. Sure honey, you want it you got it, if not you know the way out. he replied. Not till you give me what Im owed. Saffron insisted. Ok, he said, and he turned towards the darkness of the far side of the room Johnny? Boss? someone replied and an older dark skinned guy with a grey beard. Her pussy was getting wet. Her juices covered my lips and mouth as I pushed hard against her. "Please don't stop," she moaned in a low guttural moan, all the while moving her undulating pussy ever harder against my mouth. "I'm coming. Please don't stop," she implored me. I didn't stop. I was loving eating her hot wet juicy shaved pussy, something I had always fantasized about. My tongue searched for the deepest parts of her pussy it could find. "Ohh," she moaned out as her first orgasm ran over. Kevin had been preparing this for weeks. Once his transmitter was ready, he was finally able to pick a subject, and Olivia was going to be the one. He had slipped his pill into her drink Friday night, and now that it was Monday, it should have finally been ready.He headed out into the hallway and made his way to the student lounge. From where he was sitting, he could see Olivia's door perfectly. Once he saw her return from her shower, he got down to business.He turned on his transceiver. We knew from what Becky had said that the Prophecy only recorded end events, not how we got there. That didn't mean that the Prophecy didn't have a preferred way to get there, however. There was a best way, a way that brought everything together with the least pain and consequences to the Prophecy's beloved family; a way that would ensure that the Prophecy would not lose any more family members. But it would end up in the same place regardless. We would just hurt more; more people would be hurt.