“He insisted it wouldn’t be necessary.”“And you trusted him?”Sandy shrugged. “The way he reacted to the possibility made me reluctant.”W...hen Kyle sat on the futon, now a couch, we scooted two rolling office chairs in front of him.“Not fond of restraint,” I asked him.“No.”“And jail?”He actually shuddered.“A poor choice of professions if you can’t take the consequences,” I remarked. “Claustrophobic?”“I think it’s more than that,” Sandy speculated. “I think he can’t stand being held against his. ”“Oh shit,” she sighed. “So how long do we have to rent out the room before we clear the debt?”“Well, at the going rate, I estimate about four to five months. That’s not so bad is it?”She finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.--The first person to view the room fit the bill perfectly. He was a Nigerian college student called Victor, just seventeen years old, who had immigrated to the UK to pursue a better education. He was doing evening courses at the local college, so the fact he would be around. The very living model of planning aforethought, I’d cleaned out his crackers on my way out of town. That night I found the illuminator’s tent. It wasn’t hard, once I knew to look for it, gleaming like wax in the moonlight, cold blue light slicing at the ground through the slits in its vented walls. There were two guards in the front and one in the back, so I walked up to that one like I knew what I was doing and slit his throat before he got it in his head to ask questions. I crushed the bulb. She wanted to get him hard. She squeezed the sheath, stroking, pulling and jerking back and forth with her fingers. Rubbing her tits into his fur, she trembled, her inhibitions melting. She was slipping lower--she had to see his prick!"Felicia!" she gasped in delight. "It's sticking out! It's coming out for me!"With her fingers gently stroking, urging the dog on, she glared at the emerging red tip of Khan's wonderful prick. It filled her with passion and she played with his sticky prick and.