‘I’m here. Have you been waiting for me?’ ‘Ah…yes…’ Ann stammered. ‘I know you probably couldn’t wait for me to get here,’ he said... He brushed by her and walked into the living room. ‘Mr. Lewis, I…we…this is wrong,’ Ann said. ‘I can’t…not again.’ ‘Come on now, Ann, don’t start that again,’ he said, ‘Of course you can. And you will.’ His expression hardened and his eyes got cruel. ‘Otherwise, I might have to let district headquarters know just what kind of person their newest managerial. "It's a "Gunderson Moto" that is the favorite drink at my frat house. When you really want to chill out, this is the drink for you."I took a sip. Could not taste any booze, so was not concerned about getting drunk. Big mistake. I would later learn that Frank used 150 proof vodka in it.It was a hot summer night. Thunderstorms were approaching."Let's go sit in the swing on the porch?" Frank suggested."Would love to." Let me refill your drink?" Frank said to me several minutes later."Okay."God, He. One tentacle was around each throat - not squeezing, but ready to do so if any escape or rescue attempt was made. The ladies legs were spread slightly, enough for me to see that there was a tentacle embedded in each vagina like a long, thick phallus, and seemed to be pulsing regularly - engorging then withering then engorging again constantly. Lubricating fluids dripped off of these tentacles from the women. Another limb snaked underneath and stroked their clitorii in unison, much to their. Amy also popped the million dollar question was I ready to go play outside in the big wide world. So aroused at this point I was unable to say no, so Amy snatched up her purse, we departed hand and hand to the taxi stand.We took a taxi to the Candy Kane club, a semi straight bar that also had allot of gay clientele. The trip there must have been the cheapest taxi ride in the history, the driver could barely keep his eyes on the road to busy trying to peep a sneak in his rear view mirror at the.
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