She looks maaavaalus," Erin did a poor imitation of Billy Chrystal's impression of Fernando Lamas."Getting back to you," Shelly shifted gears. "Somebo...dy dropped a dime and called me how long your contract was with me. When it's over because they want to talk to you into latching on to them." We don't gotta contract," Erin said, purposely using bad grammar."It's week to week, right?" Shelly looked into those gorgeous green eyes of Erin's. Rick was one lucky son of a bitch."Shelly, I'm thinking. Meanwhile, Britney was having a hard time breathing past the cock stuffing down her throat. She was totally unaware of the presence of the Shepherd in the clearing. Right now she simply had to concentrate on surviving this rape.James kept thrusting his hard cock down the singer's throat, trying to shoot his jism in that filthy mouth of hers. All the while, the dog began circling them, his nose up in the air sniffing her sexy aroma."Get the fuck out of here, you mangy mutt," the rapist yelled at. .. perfect full lips. I couldn't stop staring at her face (although I did find time to survey the rest of her a few more times). She was wearing jeans and a tight black sweater with horizontal stripes that bent around her sweet little tits. I could have stayed there looking at her for an hour. She wasn't gorgeous, but she was very ... kind of "plain-cute," if that makes any sense. Very, very appealing. Fetching. She looked less than 16. But I doubted she was that young, especially since it was. Surrounding her was rampant sexual activity. The couple nearest to the door – a dumpy women with a weird haircut and a previously disinterested man – were actively screwing over the table. Her dress had been ripped from her shoulders and her underwear abandoned as she was pounded from behind, pushing her pendulous breasts into the leftovers of the creamy desserts. She was screaming, crying loudly as her "stud" rammed his tiny cock into her. "What's your name?" Eva," she squealed as my hands.