If this was so, then perhaps the most surprising thing of all was that the tool for this form of justice resided inside the testicles of African men l...ke me!I didn't dwell on this all that much. Rather, I eagerly anticipated yet another opportunity to inseminate yet another European female's womb. It struck me as very intriguing that, though I would likely never have a chance to either live in, or visit Europe myself, my offspring would be BORN there, and the boy, or girl, would grow up there. She douched her swollen pussy, as much as it hurt she even used an enema on her abused asshole. She left the shower once the water was cold, wrapped a towel around her body and one in her hair. She slowly walked down the hallway half afraid the house would still be filled with her abusers. All was quiet, she was again alone. She went to the couch, sat down and was ready to cry, she couldn't tell me what had happened, could she? It was then that I pulled into the drive way. Took me four hours to. I look at him for a moment, my eyes are begging him. I reach up and pull him towards me in reply. I kiss him softly and then nod, his face just inches from mine. He pulls at the string and it comes loose, his other hand goes behind my neck and pulls on that string, the one he’d expertly tied just fifteen minutes ago. Once that one is loose he pulls the top off of me and throws it across the room. He does the same to my bottoms, untying them and then throwing them across the room. He kisses my. “No. There’s been a black car circling the block every ten minutes. They’ve been doing that for almost an hour. I thought you should know,” Bob said looking around as if expecting someone to jump out at them any moment.“Do you mean that black car coming this way right now?” Mike asked slipping his hand under his jacket.“That’s the car,” Bob said.“I’ll be right back,” Mike said putting a little distance between him and Bob.He’d hate for something to happen to Bob because someone was after him..