In the middle was a rather large table and on it laid 16 knives. 34 Ft of rope, Bins and bottles of pills. a crate of razors, complete with 2 hammers.... On the ceiling a large counter clock, it looked more like a score board. It lit up and everyone went silent as the dead. It read 12 minutes. The floor was covered in a white tarp. Everyone looked to the clock as if it were to release a bomb. Then all at once a loud buzzer went off. The crowd raced for the tables and grabbed what they could with. It was late Friday when Robert texted me to stop by his office when I had time.“It took a while but we are finally making a little progress on Dagar Daharr. We got in by using his father’s cell phone records and looking at the phone numbers that ceased calling after you did your thing with 515.”“Then we pulled the phone records, the entire contact list and all texts. There were four phones on that account; the mayor, his wife - we think because it is only used to call the mayor - Dagar and a. When she left, I uncuffed Emerson and placed him on a chair next to adesk. I searched through the bag, for the make-up that we brought withus. This would be fun.After applying purple eyeshadow, mascara, foundation, blush, andlipstick, whose color was "Fuck-me Red", I started on his nails, figuringthat I could get his hair after we dress him. I manicured him, pedicuredhim, added some fake nails that added an inch to each of his fingers, andpainted both fingers and toes the same color as his. He'd been quite patient, getting her wet and loose enough to fit. She tried to squeeze him, but Paul continued with her throat-fucking, making her gag and cough some more. Carl continued loosening her tiny ass with his large cock, slowly pushing inside her inch by inch.“Look at the mouth on you, now!” Paul chuckled, slapping her face with his spit-covered dick.“Mmrrhh—stop it, you bloody bastard... g-get it out..!” she whimpered again, sounding very much like a British porn star, still sobbing.