"Stand up and bend over that bar stool." The first guy commanded.He dragged me over to the bar stool by my hair, made me bent over by my waist and he ...ulled my thong down to my ankles.I finally knew what he was going to fuck me against my own will."No! Not there, please!" I cried out, as I felt a thick finger probing my ass.That got me some stinging slaps on my butt; his finger pushed further in.I then felt the Vaseline being smeared on my anal entrance, his finger spreading it inside me,. 'Point taken. What else is in the file?' She looked at the folder, and closed it firmly. When she spoke her voice was different. Less Miss Efficient, more country, still brusque, but real approachable. Persuasive maybe.'Crap, mostly. You wanna go get a coke or something?''No.' She looked at me carefully and a flicker of comprehension crossed her face.'At the Drive-Thru of your choice? My treat?' I hesitated a second too long, and she smiled broadly, and stood up. 'You gonna put a T-shirt on? Or. I cleaned up first.Then I started to look at the problem. Like a good plumber, I saw the problem immediately, and opted not to let on yet. I’d get no kudos for fixing an obvious problem. I took the back off. It did need a clean anyway. I took out some filters which were meant to wash clean with every cycle, but had slowly gummed up with soap and hair. After an hour, the girls said they needed to go visiting, and would that be okay? They could ring for a taxi.“No, give me five minutes to wash. The longer she stares the clearer Naraphim’s form becomes. An arm seems to morph and shape into existence: muscles strands grow, rippling and defining around their center. A torso contorts and stretches away from the main mass. When he has taken his form, he smiles at her. His white, pointed teeth are the only two things that stand out from the black expanse.“Hello,” Danyelle whispers.‘Hello,’ he replies.“Beatrix seems to be putting everything together,” she continues, wanting to make sure he.