Thornton now looked like he knew that he would be the fall guy. He also knew he was not going to get off with six years this time."Do you want to help... yourself on this," Tim asked, "and help us find Julie before she ends up like the others. We know you are just the middleman here. We need Manny Pepper." Who's that?" asked Thornton."Maybe you know him as Damon Fisk?" Ben suggested. "He's on the FBI's Most Wanted List. He usually kills his accomplices when they are no further use to him, or if. He hated being forced to squeeze his large frame into the tiny seat on the commuter plane and desperately wanted to order another bourbon on the rocks but the pretty young stewardess, he refused to call them flight attendants, was sitting in the jump seat facing him and reading a magazine. Now normally Abbot Balfour wouldn't think twice about compelling the stewardess to put down her magazine and bring him a drink but, engrossed in her magazine, the pretty young hostess had allowed her legs to. She had no idea how many cocks she had inside her seemingly lost in a fog. After the last guy filled her, the resident tattoo artist climbed up & tattooed ‘XII with a cum drop’ on her pussy. The sharp needle shook her back to reality. She watched proudly, cum was oozing out of her long swollen labia all while he tattooed her. Then they all gathered around to cheer while she squished the cum out and one guy took pictures. The rapper told them to wait. He told the most hung of his hood to sit. I walked towards and stared at him. "Sit down." I turned to sit, but his hands stopped me. "No no, face me." I bit my lip and placed one thigh on the chair next to him. I sat on his lap and avoided his gaze. "Try to relax." he said as placed his hands on my bottom and gripped my naked cheeks with his hands. I became fully aware that I didn't put on panties right then, and I think he did too. He tilted my chin towards his face and kissed me. His lips were soft. "You never treat other girls like.