How many women, he wondered, had entered that door in the past two months and had used him as their toilet?"Excuse me!" one women said in an annoyed t...ne as he stood there blocking the door."Sorry."He turned and entered the other door -- the door to the men's room. He walked in and entered a stall. But when he looked, there was a guy in the stall. He had expected a woman. The toilet slave looked up at Steve and grinned. Steve said, "Sorry, wrong stall," and left flustered. Steve looked in the. Please, Chad. Stop. He grinned. It was the most evil look that Thomas had ever seen. And as he jabbed his huge cock deep into her, she cried harder than Thomas had ever heard. He fucked her with the worst kind of brutality. He slammed her around, fucking her ass and pussy until they were raw. It was the most beautiful sight to see his plan come to life as Thomas watched. After spraying her with his semen, Chad back away. Thomas leaned over her as he slid inside her. She was more loose than he. Perez, I'm sure Jack Ramey wouldn't like me saying this, but you should consider opening your own restaurant. I bet people would come from miles around to enjoy your cooking!"Ramon translated and she brushed it aside, saying, "Oh no! No have dinero for restaurante. You buy restaurante, I cook for you!" And I could be your waitress." Juanita added with a coy smile.The dinner was excellent, the company and conversation pleasant, and the evening completely enjoyable. About nine, Errol left for. But they hadn't been sacrificed to the gods, at least not as tradition dictated.He stared blindly over the Valley of Mexico. In days gone by a few plumes of smoke would have been expected. Today the air was nearly opaque, but even in the limited visibility there were hundreds, perhaps a thousand, pillars of smoke rising into the air.One of those pillars had consumed his three fine sons, his two lovely daughters, all dead of the plague. Another had consumed his wife, who'd thrown herself from.