JT was only sixteen and hadn’t been in the crew long. He wasn’t big on killing people. Robbing was okay and knocking a bloke out, was more accepta...ble to him than actually killing the man.“Come on JT we are running out of daylight,” the Boss yelled at JT as he closed the coach door. JT mounted up and followed his partners in crime to the meeting place.“They didn’t have much money or jewellery on them, Boss. Whoever heard of Toff’s travelling without a heap of both,” one of the other men said in. . - girls surrounded him near the vanity.- What will we do now? - wondered Mary.- We have to make him pee in the diaper - insisted Vicky.- Let us tickle you a bit - smiled Nicky, as she approached Jacqueline.- No, please... - Jacky needed to go to the bathroom, but with numbertwo...- Shhhh... - the girls just silenced him and giggled.At some age girls are more devoleped and stronger than boys. And as theywere ticling him and making high-pitched noises to make him pee like ababy, he felt that he. Slowly pulling back, then again burying my massive fuck stick to the bottom of his guts, I repeat the process several times, until finally picking up the pace to about one plunge per second. In only a couple of minutes, Cole grabs me around my neck, and softly says “fuck me Matthew, fuck me like you own it”. Shaking my head back and forth, NO, I proceeded with the slow deliberate fuck, each time hitting the bottom of his guts, then a slight extra push at the bottom. This went on for nearly half. " Wow," exclaimed Cindy. "Is that Japanese or something?" "Chinese actually," replied Ann."What does it mean?" inquired her sister."It's the symbols for 'slave'," Ann responded before she took a drink of her margarita. Cindy looked over at me with a very surprised look from the last exchange. "Dang Larry, I didn't know about you two. You really must crack the whip around here."If she only really knew the thoughts which were running through my mind. Ann was not my slave. We were both slaves to.