Sie hatte eingewilligt seine Sklavenhure zu sein und ihm 24/7 zur Verfügung zu stehen. Er war 60, gut aussehend und dominant. Sie war zu ihm gezogen ...nd so fing es an.Es war Samstag und er befahl ihr die high heels anzuziehen und einen leichten Mantel. Mehr nicht. Er öffnete die Tür und sie folgte. Er ging mit ihr zur Bushaltestelle. Es war eine belebte Linie und es standen bereits einige Leute an der Haltestelle. Er stellte sich hinter sie und griff ihr brutal zwichen die Schenkel, die sie. She went to her room to get a pack and was gone for about 10 minutes. So i went to go check on her and i found herself fingering herself, quietly moaning my name. I went up behind her and moved her hand started doing it for her. She looked up at me with complete embarrassment in her eyes. We liked each other, and we talked about fucking each other, but this was the first time that we did anything besides making out. So i started kissing her and she moaned in ecstasy. This went on. Yeah, it was 90 degrees at almost 10:30 at night, but it was dry heat. The hot weather usually doesn’t bother me, I could rather the hot than the cold. I finally settled into a program on FX when my phone went off. It was from my friend Pete. ‘What are you up to?’ ‘Not a thing at all, just lying in bed watching TV. What about you?’ ‘I just got off work, looking for something to do.’ ‘I was too, but nobody wants to do anything because of the heat.’ ‘What are you wearing?’ He asked. He'd attended funerals, visited families – but he'd never seen a member of his own family shot. He'd never seen his own family dying in a pool of their own blood.Rico was still clinging to life. He was gasping, blood running from his mouth. He coughed, spewing blood out in a mist. He was talking but the words coming from his mouth were weak whispers and Calix had to bend down to hear them."Promise me," Rico whispered, his mouth moving slowly. "Promise me." Anything Rico," Calix had tears.