I do know. It was Kevin Westcott. Or rather, it was the last three days I had spent with an old friend from high school. Everything had been perfect. ...e was cute and kind. There was romance and passion. All of the cares of my life melted away. There was just him: with his goofy smile, puppy dog eyes and the promise of safety and security and love. When we were in high school together, none of the girls—myself included—ever looked at him seriously as boyfriend material. I guess we were all too. ‘ Mahmoud Sadir is one of my company’s best politically placed terrorists. He straddles the line between Iran and Saudi Arabia making him a perfect coin. A ‘coin’ is a political figurehead that we can flip from good and prominent peacekeeper to inhumane terrorist at the drop of a dime. Thus…coin. The other, Salvator Gomez, is an Argentinian drug lord that is being used to test out a new drug codenamed ‘Option 2’. In order to make this drug you must cultivate vast amounts of Lepidothamnus fonkii. ” “Come on, I dare you! Release your inner slut!” That comment brought a smile to her face, and she took hold of the dick and very slowly moved it to her face. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?” She moistened her lips. “Not a soul,” I replied. With that, she kissed the tip of the cock. She kissed it again. I could see some pre-cum ooze out of the slit. She stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum. “Not bad, eh?” I asked. “Not bad.” She resumed with her tongue. After a minute, she opened her. He walked out for a few then when h e returned I could hear the sound of other men . From what I gathered five of them and him . I remember thinking oh shit , whats going on . Suddenly there was a hand on my face an a voice saying whats up fuck face . your gonna be sucking my cock in a few then a light slap and he walked off . Another guy came over and told me I was to drink . He tilted my head up an gave me a few shots of bourbon an coke . This was repeated by all the guys . Soon I was feeling.