Cole yelled at me and asked why I was touching her hand. As bad as that was, I found relief down deep that she hadn't realized what I was actually do...ing.I buried all of this for as long as I could. I tried to deny my lust. What was quickly becoming a major fetish for me was something I couldn't allow. I went to church. I had plans to go to college and either become a preacher or an Air Force pilot (interesting dichotomy, eh?). I was always a good boy and this garbage was going to end up. Jenny, Megan, Erica,Jill, and Leslie: Sarah's friends while not as malicious as Sarah enjoyed watching her make a fool of John 18,18,19,18. more details in the story.Marcuse: A soul dealer who wears a 3 piece white suit with gelled back jet black hair and red eyes that have a black slit down the middle he has a small black goatee. he appears to be a white southern gentleman even uses a southern accent when he speaks to possible victims. Always thinking ahead and getting the best deals possible. Of course he had failed to mention my other goodies in his meticulous message, though!! I took for granted he had fallen in love with me. He proposed to date me in his next mail, and the rendezvous came quickly, as we had settled: close to a hotel. I was too horny and hot on that day. I recalled only I had had small dicks in the town where I used to live in China, so I wanted to turn into a cock hungry slut; would move to the USA to get fucked by big wiener. But this would be no longer. ”“How the hell did that happen?”“Bark. Bark and wood splinters in his face and neck.”Bertrand Adams almost slammed his phone down in frustration. Instead he gritted his teeth, took a steadying breath, stared up at his Denver office ceiling in supplication, and in his most unctuous, witness-questioning manner, he began again.“Stop, please. This is getting us nowhere. Simons, start from the beginning and don’t stop until you’ve told me the whole story. I’ll try not to interrupt you..