She crossed her legs against the ache and wrenched down her skirt. ‘That wasn’t cool,’ Jen snapped. ‘What?’ Carl sounded genuinely confused....‘Behave.’ ‘Oh, come on.’ ‘Carl.’ ‘Okay. Okay.’ He threw up one of his hands. ‘But you’re in for it later.’ ‘Maybe.’ ‘Oh come on. You said—’ She scowled at him. He shut up and stared straight ahead. She recrossed her legs the other way. She ground down on the ache that just wouldn’t go away. Carl guided Camaro onto Hunter’s Glen. Mansions of ever increasing. Mr Jones grunted again, putting his coffee down on the desk and gripped Brittney by her long, blonde hair as she started bobbing faster and deeper on his throbbing pole, massaging his big, hairy balls with her manicured fingers, she started working his cock faster and faster. Slurping, sucking noises filled the room as she increased her pace, Mr Jones couldn't hold on any longer. "FUUUCCCkkkk!" He grunted as he started to blow his load. Brittany grabbed his cock and started jerking it into her. ......mutterings in the dark.......wait....voices....I can make out voices.The blackness fades to grey and then I can make out shadows, no wait its people all around me. My vision is becoming clearer now. Closest to me is a man. He is right over me. He is saying something to me but I can't make it out. I see his lips moving, fast...something about saving me."..........I need an answer now. Yes or no."I made that out. Painfully I nod my head and then all goes black once more.There is darkness. The list ranged from the coffee filters to a microwave oven.Since the room was warm, the apartment must have come with utilities. It was even more evident in the fact that the stove and refrigerator both worked. The water had been on, but he had paid no attention to that. He did note the day before that he had hot water. Hell the Marshals could have arranged it all, he knew. If it were the Marshals, who were taking care of him, it looked as though they could have arranged some furniture, Peter.