‘The slash marks,’ Lori said immediately and pointed to the gruesome bloody mess in the photo she held, ‘The slash marks, right? I mean you can ...ee where he used his machete, but there’s a bunch of smaller slash marks too.’ ‘Yes,’ Rowan said and held up one of the pictures. It was of a teenage kid, maybe eighteen years old. He had been cut across the chest with four long sharp blades from the looks of it, and he had been cut deep. The look of wide-eyed terror on the dead boy’s face seemed to. “The toughest. She doesn’t take shit from nobody, not even me. I am the boss here, but if Madre’ tells me what to do, then I listen. She told me to do somethings a long time ago, and I didn’t listen, and now I regret it,” Victor alluded to something from his past without elaborating on it. He vowed to rectify that in the future.Ernesto changed the subject back to us. He liked kicking dirt up on our asses as we crawled in front of him. He observed that if we were ever kidnapped, we’d probably be. “Would you like any more toast? Coffee?” she asked me, as I was coming to the end of my breakfast feast. “Thanks you, but no, that was absolutely lovely,” I replied. Maggie gathered up the dishes into one pile to take back to the kitchen. “Do you have anything planned for today?” she asked before leaving. “I haven‘t thought much,” I replied, “I will probably head off into London for a few hours sightseeing.” “You‘re quite welcome to use the room for as long as you need to,” she replied, “I will. My pussy was throbbing. The wetness was really running down my leg now. I shut my eyes; shudders were running through me. I could feel his hands take my hips and the familiar strength of his arms as his thumbs pressed into the dimples on my back. And then I heard the jingle of his pants crash to the ground and the thick head of his cock searching for the opening between my legs. Impatient, I reached back and helped him find it. He thrust his cock into me with a familiar force, the full power of.