.?" I asked, hopefully, as I raised my eyebrows.He wasn't amused. He let out a grunt, then swung again above my head. "Arrivederci, Sayonara, and--" F...uck off!" my father exclaimed as he slammed him with the chair. The killer fell down onto the floor, and didn't get up. I breathed a sigh of relief - while I didn't see when my father got free, I was thankful he did right then, and not a moment later."Way to go, dad!" I said.And that brings our story to a close. Well, mostly. He tied the bastard. She walked over to the van and said, “Yes! Just go two more streets on….!” Her words were cut off by a large hand being placed over her mouth and the other arm lifted her off her feet. In a few moments she found herself being roughly deposited inside the van.“Just shut your pie-hole and you won’t be hurt!” said a gruff voice.“What do you want with me?” Emma asked. Of course, she had a pretty good idea what they wanted from her.She immediately felt a big strong hand on her neck! “No questions. She frowned at it; it was just too big and had a different shape than she was used to. Coming up to the deck, she nearly called out to him, but noticed that he was sound asleep in one of his chairs in the sun and showing the beginnings of a sunburn. Setting the board beside the front door, she walked around and carefully crawled onto the chair, sliding her body up his. She cast a glance around, but they were alone on the beach.Tim was dreaming about something crawling up his legs. The sensation. ” Brad insisted. “ Get the rest of your clothes off and I’m going to make you my bitch for life. Tell me. Do you want me to fuck you. I can tell from you pussy that you need a man to take care of you.” Connie meekly nodded her head. “That’s not good enough.” Brad yelled. “Tell me what you want.”“I want to cum” she said softly. “Just let me cum. You know that’s what I need.”“That’s not good enough” he said as he ground his fingers into her dripping pussy.” Tell me exactly what you want or maybe.