She and Brad exchanged a look. Footsteps echoed on the stairs leading down into the basement. Sure enough, it was Mladic. His eyes were the color of t...e storm gathering outside. He was wearing military fatigues again. His trim figure looked every bit the part of a soldier or mercenary. In his hands he held two bowls.“Are my bitch and her bitch-boy hungry? Eat up, slaves.” He placed the two pet bowls on the floor. With both of them starving, Ashley and Brad knelt down and dipped their faces into. He’s not the most popular or most looked at guy in my school, but he's just enough for me. Seeing him all the time has turned my like for him into a slight obsession. Every time I see him I tingle, the little messages he sends drive me crazy. The tension between us is building. He’s a skateboarder, which for some odd reason automatically turns me on. One night while I was walking to our local C.V.S (where he works) I heard a noise. I knew someone was following me; it was Ryan. Without words, he. As soon as I finished that thought my phone vibrated, it was a message from Esmeralda "Thinking about you, hope you like this, I have to get back to cleaning but I felt sorry for not being there with you after your trip I hope these make it up", I opened it and saw that it was 3 nudes from her. One in which she was fully naked in front of a mirror, slightly tilting her body to show off her huge butt, another was a selfie with her tits squeezed together, and the last was a picture of her in her. Car parked and sign in hand I headed for the arrivals terminal. As soon as I was through the door I checked the board to make sure the flight had touched down. It was on the ground so they would be getting their bags and making their way through Customs.I found a spot where I had a view of people arriving and once I saw a few backpacks with Canadian flags on them I made myself more visible and stood holding my sign, my stomach doing butterflies as each face walked by without a glance at the man.