" Fuck!" Sandra let out between clenched teeth. She kept on looking at the guy and the others and noticed the way how they all looked at her and Melin...a. A shill grabbed her body when she imagined the things those boys could do to them."So! What is it going to be? Are you coming to us or do I need to call the cops on your pretty naked asses?! I'm sure they wouldn't mind extending your punishment a bit or maybe even doing some other nasty things to you two."Sandra let out a grunt and knew she. "Are you well?" I asked her. The seaplane's engines were noisy. We had to raise our voices considerably to be heard."I am well," she said. She didn't elaborate."Did my e-mail messages responding to yours — did they come through?" I received no messages from you. Nothing. Nothing until you came for me." You must have been ... terrified," I said, "being alone like that for so long." I was not terrified," she said. "I knew that someone would come for me at some point." Yes. But — not knowing. ”“I...”“Oh fuck this.” She launched her palms onto his pants and unzipped them. Alan stared into her eyes with his brows still furrowed and mouthing what the fuck on repeat.“Okay ma’am, this is a pretty busy street and you…you shouldn’t be doing thi-”“I don’t understand you clowns. You waste your life hollering at women and harassing them on the street but now that one is giving you what you want, you’re filled with excuses. Your windows are tinted…roll them up.”He swallowed and did as. Well I killed them all right but I don't care for any young chicks. Oh said Keith, what do you do older ladies or something. No, I like to fucked twinks. Keith blurted back what the fuck is a twink. Samuel then smiled and said back to him how I love those twinks, but most of them don't like me as a type so I just went out and ra ped them. Occasionally a size queen twinkie would play with me and that was awesome but they usually got tired of me and that was the end of that. So Keith said.