Did you enjoy fucking her?" Y... yes." Good. Now here's the deal, see. I've been sitting over there behind that little utility building. With my telep...oto lens, I've got some great pictures of you eating her pussy and then fucking her. I'm not sure who you are... yet... but I've got pictures of your car and license plate so the police can figure it out if we need them to. We're hoping that won't be necessary." What do you want? Money?"He laughed. "No, no, we're not looking for any of your. After, they sent me out for a couple of bottles of wine while they said they'd go to the room and clean-up.So, I bought three bottles, just in case we wanted more and went back up to our room. I went in and there they were, all freshly showered and sitting there in their negligees as I opened and poured the wine.I couldn't help but notice that Betty seemed to be showing rather more of her breasts than the night before even though she was wearing the same nighty. She also had her wine on the. "Yes, and must I say your lips taste so good, better than I remembered. Anyway, before I get wrapped up in you, you will meet me at different places and we will be talking and doing things normal couples in love do. Here's the catch though: you cannot tell anyone or things won't end well for your pretty face. I can trust you remember what happened the first time you did something I told you not to?" I nod and I whimper in response as the graphic images quickly come flooding back. Memories of. Stained and stinking of a life less lived than endured.A man was dying here and he was out for the moment. Working maybe, or more likely stalking the video arcades, looking at women he'd never know, that didn't even exist except in cellophane wrappers and digital video. He'd spend his last dollar on dreams, jerking off or getting drunk. Dragging dead smoke into his lungs. No one lived in places like this, they just died here.There was another man there too, and he was not gone. I could smell.
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