"fuck off Jack I am just getting my stuff then you are on you own you little shit" she responded as she started ripping the bags apartBoy was I wrong ...bout that whole situation."Jesus Christ Cassie what the fuck leave the bags alone its going to take long enough to get everything put away" I yelled at her."where is it, where the fuck is it." Cassie said to I assume herself. "what the fuck did you do with the rest of the bags Jack" Those were all the bags in the fucking car Cassie if you don't. .only to be faced with other cruel tools of torture.To the right stands a table with many bright, sharp, deadly looking knifes laying on its cold stone surface. Stepping closer, half afraid of what I might see and half thrilled at the horror of it, I closely examine the items on the table. My hands travel, touching each as I envision the way they would feel against my flesh. Touching a pair of silver nipple clamps, running my finger over the tiny quarter inch spikes that line their jaws I. Mai fir nahane k liya gaya aur kapde nahi le gaya, maine nahate samay apne lund ko hilaya aur jorjor se aaaaaahhhhhh ki awaj nikalne laga tabhi maine bathroom ka darwaja kholkar usse kapde lane ko kaha aur wo haste haste kapde layi , maine jaanbujhkar towel gira diya taki wo me 7″ ke lund ko dekh sake, waise to mera usko aur seduce karne ka plan tha par mujhse aur raha nahi gaya aur maine usse usi wakh haath pakad kar khich liya aur use bhi paani me bhiga diya aur chumne laga, woh ekdam dar. Sort of. I used to be a cop. You know how that goes. In fact, Ricardo’s father and I were partners way back when.’ ‘Yeah, Sammy I know how that goes. Once a cop always a cop. And I really appreciate your cooperation. What about the lady?’ ‘Well, as you can see we have beautiful ladies who work here, dancing, waiting tables and what all. That’s why I called it the Fox Club, get it? This one was different. When she strolled up to the bar just about every eye in the place was fixated on her. Like.