The next window was the kitchen. Then my heart nearly came out of mymouth. I saw Thomas sitting on a chair eating breakfast. He was dressed ina nightd...ess. It was quite cute actually. It was a Barbie one. Barbie wasa princess. He looked like a little girl in it. He wasn't handcuffed or inropes, as I imagined he would be. He was just eating his breakfast. He didlook tired though.Suddenly, I felt a hand on my neck. It was one of the mafia men. I triedto run away, but he put his arm around my. Getting radical ... I thought. No ... honorable. Government can’t handle that. “I’m hungry. Zoe?”“Well, in or out,” she asked.“Out,” Cyn and I cried, “Bacon!”“Eggs!” I said.“Hash browns!” Cyn drooled.“Toast!” I said, “With real butter!”“Kippers!” said Zoe.“Eww!”“You just don’t know what’s good,” Zoe said.“We’ve been eating fish for 6 days,” we said like twins.“Oh,” Zoe said.“We do need to take care of Sailbait’s needs.”“What?”“Fuel, water, hauled and scrapped, rigging check, engine check,. .gonna " while Dad and Gary are totally getting into whupping my arse good. Brian is reaming me so hard, it looks like he's trying to get his whole hand in. Maybe he was. And I... wasn't lying. I was roaring up that slope like a train, big red arrow on the pressure gauge swinging over to the 'She's Going to Blow' zone. A few long moments, maybe five or six spanks, then WHAMMY. On the tape I just stopped chanting, and went rigid. I don't really remember much, just that it was incredibly intense.. “Just you watch.” He first pulled off his shirt, revealing a mess of chiseled muscle. Eric gazed at it and almost drooled; the muscle was definitely a turn on for him. Then, Bill pulled off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, and his cock popped out, hard and ready. Eric gasped as he saw it; it was everything that he had imagined it to be and was even better in real life. He felt a wave of lust come over him, and suddenly he couldn’t think of anything except for Bill’s cock. Bill roughly.