Theyapologized for their appearance as if they had showeredthey would be late. Both my wife and I didn’t careabout such things anyway.So all fou... of them settled on the couch with cushionsand the TV remote. My wife sat on a small rattan loungechair to the left of the couch. I had no intention ofgetting bored by the game but still I sat on the couchwith my four friends, diagonally opposite to my wife.It was early in the morning but when I passed chilledbeer cans around they were. Hard to say. But it’s something.”Whitaker started the tape up again, from the moment Julie came on screen.“Oh my God,” came a voice behind them.They turned to see the manager.“She’s ... I thought she had just no showed like other kids had. Someone really grabbed her?”“Mr. Martin, do you recognize either of these guys?”The man said nothing and just stood there. He was staring at the recording, which Whitaker had backed up to the shot when both men could be seen on screen.“Mr. Martin!” Whitaker. Who was she? He’d found her nearly forty minutes ago and she still hadn’t said a single word. Strange. Maybe she was mute, or deaf, or something. And those eyes…All the while she was eating the toast and drinking the strong hot coffee he’d made, not a word had escaped her. Now she was fast asleep in his spare bed. Well maybe in the morning he’d find out about this little mystery.He’d been asleep maybe two hours when something woke him. Disorientated, it took a few minutes for him to work out. He said to her "Unzip me and pull that big meat out and suck me. I am going to shove my cock down your throat." She pulled his cock out of his pants and looked shock at his long thick shaft but began to lick him then suck him. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down deep on his cock as she gagged. He said "Go ahead and gag. You will get used to my size. Open wide so I can fuck your mouth hard and fill your throat with my cum." She was a great cock sucker and even when she gagged she.