Just looking for Lady Luck.” Her mouth opened in a huge smile. “Mmmm, do you consider me the Lady or the Luck?”I immediately realized the double... entendre of my Lady Luck reference and felt awful. “Oh Desiree, I didn’t mean it like that!” I stammered like an amateur. “Hmm. Too bad,” she answered and then laughed girlishly. I laughed with relief and put my hand on hers. She put her fingernails against my leg and pressed lightly. I winked at her and leaned closer to her. “Well, Desiree, what’s a. “I won’t be needing that tonight.”My heart dropped to my stomach and I gasped when I realised what he meant. Even Mandy looked up, somewhat surprised, from her post-orgasmic state.“Get on your knees, bitch, and get that arse in the air. I’m gonna fuck you like a dog. And today we’re gonna make a baby – a nice little black baby. If you refuse, I’ll walk away and you’ll never see me again. You get me?”He needn’t have threatened to leave her. There was no way she was going to refuse him; all three. Bonnie let herself in the side door and walked into the kitchen expecting to find people there, but it was empty. She heard voices coming from the back of the house and she headed that way, but stopped, confused by what she thought she was hearing - God I love your cock? Put it in my ass? A male voice, "God you are such a slut" - Mary Beth's voice, "Yeah, and we both love it, don't we?"The voices were coming from the back bedroom and Bonnie, curiosity-overcoming caution, began to edge that way.. ”He shuffled through some paperwork on his desk and read something, “We have also had other complaints about Frankie Yates and we have been looking for him in particular. Your description matches the one we have from a family on the south side of town. They alleged that he stole their twelve-year-old daughter.”Vincent told him about the twelve-year-old that went missing near the border and what the prisoner had said Frankie did to them. He mentioned that Frankie liked to torture them to make.