I've done what I had to do to protect your daughter to the best of my ability. Don't complain," she croaked."We were working in the piggery. Me, Pigbo...y and Spike. Spike wanted to frighten me. He succeeded. Don't you want to know what he said?" So, tell me." They've got a proper, certified, slaughterhouse at the back of the piggery. Every week or so they kill up to ten pigs. Your friend, Spike, calls it 'slaughterday'." A bit poetic for Spike." They sell prime pork to one of the big food. Gerald paused on his second circuit of the park as a light flickered in the moonless dark, illuminating a rugged face. A cigarette flared between full, thick lips, white teeth gripping the filter shone like a row of tombstones as smoke drifted between them, reminding Gerald of an old horror movie. The image sharpened his fear and, perversely, his excitement."Lookin' for somebody?" The Man said in a husky voice, redolent of rum and spice.Gerald nodded, realised he may not see the gesture and. I could feel his penis harden. He soon began to run his hands up legs and grab my ass. He squeezed my cheeks and oddly ran finger in my crack. I stopped him before he stuck it into my ass. I got off of him and took my dress off. I let his eyes wonder over my body. It was the first time that anyone had seen me with just my underwear on and in a few minutes it would be the first time anyone saw me naked. He took off his shirt and pants in record time and hopped into the bed. I got into. They entered a user name and password and the operating system popped up a window that asked if they’d like to remember the password. Well, who wouldn’t? Remembering passwords was a pain in the ass. Creating and remembering secure passwords was even harder.Of course, when they selected the option to remember their password they got a little warning that anyone using this computer might be able to access the information they were saving. But who ever thought of anyone else using their personal.