She gave me a smile that seemed to show she was fine. Anita was having more drinks and I noticed she was flirting with these black men. They were gett...ng closer to her and touching her. I was sitting two guys from her; the one next to me was blocking my full view of her. I could only see her legs with her sexy black heels and the anklet in her left ankle.Her legs made sudden movements at times…Anita was giggling as the guys whispered in her ear. Jeremiah then mentioned we could go to our hotel. However, you can look at them. If you want one of them, let me know.”The men let them pass after that.As they got closer they could see that the women had their wrists tied behind their backs and a rope around their ankles bound them to their post. The women were in a bad shape. Dirty, their clothes partly torn and two of them had some ugly bruises on their faces. The women were all tall, about six feet in height. Despite their bad shape, the women looked defiant at their approaching group,. He drew his bow and shot him from a distance. He rolled him over.“See, another one with a knife in his hand. He’s knows he’s finished but wants to take one more with him. If they try to move, and show they have no weapons, then I might help them. When they lie doggo like that, then I shoot them before I approach them. I don’t take any chances.”They repeated the process with the remaining attackers. They searched their bodies for anything useful, other than that left them lying in the street for. I learned of his desire to be a writer, and his nearly encyclopedic knowledge of Literotica LW stories. Shortly after that, I was introduced to his quirky yellow legal pads, with seemingly countless notes about many of the stories he’d read, and his ideas for ‘finishes’. ‘John’ was an active septuagenarian, retired for 20 years, and had very strong ideas about adultery, cheating, and humiliation stories. When I first met him he had, at least, a couple of dozen potential finishes written. After.