Hell, I had a gun and he didn't, so I decided to catch up to the tracker to find out what was going on.I hurried around him and found a place to wait ...n ambush. The tracker showed up in only a few minutes, and I shouted at him. "HEY, WAIT! I WON'T HURT YOU! I JUST WANT TO TALK!" Naturally, he was uncertain about me when I showed up. "Hello, I am Hank King. I ran away about a year ago with my wife. We are the ones you are hunting. We rescued the torture victims last night and took them to our. She opened the door and yanked me in before I could even say hello. She spun around so her back was to me and told me to zip her up as she was trying to dress herself and couldn't quite get it.I straightaway noticed lots of bare back as I pulled up the zip, no bra. She turned back around and was trying to fit her boobs into the cups of the dress. There wasn't much of the dress to be honest. She told me she was a Santa helper as well, so Santa picks up cocktail waitresses and hookers who knew.. Mel shrieked in anguish as his cock tore into her. He pulled it out and turned to me..strip whitey...I wanna see your cock get hard watching me give your slut the fucking she deserves. As I did what he said, letting them see I was already rock hard I heard slap after slap each followed by shrieks from Mel as he hammered into her telling her each time he was going to keep ramming her till she could take it without a murmur. I don't know how long he carried on ramming her but I know she climaxed. There is not much time left. We want maximum diversity, so I need Blondes, Brunettes, Redheads, Blacks, Whites, Asians and Hispanics. This is going to be tough, especially with my limited pool of available women. Eight women to choose and all of them have to be celebrities. If the American public thought that their celebrity women were going to be Swarm snacks, they would riot in the streets. People magazine would sue for restraint of trade. It would be CHAOS.Back to work, now. Blondes. I'm not.