I could feel the cold breeze from under the door. The first punk said, "Go on out snatcher, Mister Blue wants ta jaw atcha." They led us out into an a...lley. The wind pierced me through to my soul. The wind brought a feeling of doom. Boy, the things having a roscoe stuck in your back will do. I needed to get a hold of myself.Our journey now took us out of the bitter wind and into another building. We were led down some corridors and up some stairs. Finally we were dumped into a room and forced on. Quivering he opened the next message."Go to the front door, unlock it and stand in the hall with your backto it, text when you are waiting for me, then put your phone down onthe floor and stand with your eyes closed. Don't disobey me if youknow what's good for you."There was a roaring sound in his ears, his face burning, his insides aturmoil. He should lock all the doors and run upstairs to hide, callthe police even, or at least ignore that text. He walked on legs ofjelly into the hallway drawn. He just kept thrusting. All of a sudden he stopped. “What happened? Why are you stopping?” cried Megan. Nick just grinned and flipped her over. “Time for doggy style,” he said. Megan smiled and stuck her perfect ass up in the air. He took hold of her hips and slammed his whole cock into her. Thrusting as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her ass, he reached around and started to rub her clit.“Oooooohhhhhhhhhh my God! That feels incredible! Harder!” was all Megan could say. . Emil's cock was throbbing under Paul's slim hands, Victor's pushing inand out of his oiled anus, and then Paul entered heaven as one ofVictor's hands, greasy with butter, found his erect penis and resumedmasturbating him.The three did not all orgasm at once. Paul looked up, pulled his hairfrom his eyes with one hand, and when he saw the strong, handsome face,the butler leaning back with his hands on his hips, his pelvis pushedforward into Paul's face, staring down at him in a frenzy of lust,.