I don't want to cause any trouble," I saidpleadingly.For the life of me, why was I being so wimpy?! Why didn't I just tellhim off? Threaten to screa...? Or something? Then, it hit me. I knewwhy. I couldn't draw attention to myself, or my rescuers would likelydiscover I was a man masquerading as a sexy French maid in the apartmentbuilding. I was fucked, but I hoped it was only figuratively."It doesn't have to be trouble," he replied, his tone now soft andsoothing. "It could be really nice,. "Evening lads. You boys ever read a comic book? Because that would help speed things up?"The only response to your quip is a hail of gunfire; you hear the metallic pinging of the buckshot bouncing off your suit. You take off using the street's parked cars as cover as they continue to unload on you. Your steps fall silently but quickly on the concrete pavement as your long leather trench coat trails behind you. With a press of a button on your wrist console you begin to blend into the scenery,. Jab maintahlte huye udhar pahuncha to dekha ek karib 14-15 sal ki ladki apne kuchh janwar chara raahi thi.Unme se ek bakra ek bakri ko chodne ka prayas karraha tha aur woh ladki bade dhyan se uski prem lila dekh rahi thi kab main uske pas pahunch gaya use pata hi nahi chala tabhi bakre ne akhir kar safalta pa hi li aur usne apna land bakri ki chut mein ghusa diya yah dekh kar woh ladki bhi andar se uttejit ho gayi thi aur apni bur ko apni ungali se ragad rahi thi. Achanak uski nazar mujh par. The two of them go about their business and write up an order for both Sherry and I. When my time is up, I am asked to face them. Sherry removes the tape and bandage, allowing my penis to come out and slowly return to normal. I feel ashamed as I stand in front of her with my manhood slowly becoming rock hard. Sandy comments on how my pussy is nice and clean, making me blush. "Now, Davey, what do you say to this nice lady?" "Thank you, Mommy Sandy." Sandy blushes and smiles. "My, my. Noone has.