” Within a second, I realized a tongue in my asshole. I understood, they have their own slave and they were talking to my about him. I guess after 1... min of deep tongue in asshole. He tried to make my nipples free from clips but suddenly I heard I slap sound,” Did I tell you to do that? Lick his hole only. Do you understand?” In the reply he just said,”Yes master.” but slowly this slave guy whispered near my ear.” Today you will see the hell.” I got so scared that i started cursing my sexual. ”I stepped inside and marvelled at the plushness of the massive interior and the face to face leather seating in pristine white.He joined me and explained the controls. I thanked him and he began the long walk to the front.I pushed a button and the clouded window slid silently downwards. Sandra’s head pushed into the car. “Wow,” she said, “it’s gorgeous.”“Isn’t it.”She feathered a kiss on my cheek, we exchanged goodbyes and I was off to meet my Prince Charming like Cinderella to the Ball.I. Marla is a prime example of this phenomenon. The story diverged from the outline right in the first scene. She was supposed to let him in, he would turn and she'd shoot him. The police would arrest her for killing him, but would have treated her a lot better. So right from the start she was in a worse position than originally intended.The second divergence came when the biker who was supposed to 'rescue' her didn't show up. I must have argued with him for an hour, but he insisted he would not. So quickly, I announced that I had to take a leak and would grab a couple more beers. I also looked over a Brian and told him to go ahead and dance with Terry while I was gone. He was up and ready in a flash. I went in and stood back from the window, from where I was, I could see them but they could not see me. I watched as he danced with her and whenever he got chance, he would stare straight at her tits. Little did he know that he was about to see our plan kick into gear. About that time, the.