. do you remember the chick?"A chick?"She had a little meat on her bones, older gal, tied over thatfolding bench I kept for special occasions? The one...that pissedherself when she came with my dick in her ass?"Oh yea, now I remember. Todd had been giving some woman the gears, when I dropped by and interrupted! Geez, I remember being angry. I fucked her good and hard and then made her clean off my dick with her mouth - yea, nice memory. I never saw her again and never thought to ask Todd who that. “Heather and Amber have been friends of ours for years, and they’re a bit emotional. It’s okay. Reporters are people, too. Are there any more questions?”“Where did you get the handgun, and how many men did you shoot?” asked a cable news reporter.“I took it from the truck driver as he jumped from the truck. I will not tell you how many people I had to shoot. Sir, I’m disappointed that a professional journalist would ask such an insensitive question.”“Will you have any scars or permanent marks. “It means 'normal'.”I have to stop again to keep from cumming. After I climb off and stand in front of her, she opens the water bottle for another drink. My throbbing, rigid cock strains upward, the condom glistening with her pussy juice, a thick, whitish substance clinging to my balls.She gets up and offers me the bottle. I down the rest of it and hand it back to her. “Wow, fucking each other sure does work up a thirst, doesn't it?”She laughs and takes the bottle back, replacing the lid,. I am very impressed by your courage to keep your knowledge licked up despite my efforts. That is why this morning I officially gave up trying to get information out of you Joan and I looked at each other and hid a hopefull look. That is why this man is here he said as he gestured towards a hooded man in the corner. Good lucksaid the Cracker as we were both dragged away. From now on you obey me, any complaints and it will get worse, I own you and you are no one, understand grunted the hooded.