Vlad had been gone a week and one day when I moved into the apartment. I expected to hear from him any time during that week. He promised to chase dow...n Davenport for me and get him extradited to the states. Davenport needed to face a felony homicide charge for the ex-con who tried to off me.Instead of Davenport, I got a package in the mail. The package contained a patch of dried skin. There was also a note.Dear Max,I know you won't take my word for it, so if you make a finger print from this. His clothes at one point must have been some color, white or tan, but now they looked like a camouflage intended to blend into the dirt outside. The fabric was stained and filled with holes, it looked oily and unwashed. When he mounted the stage he held out his hand to the microphone man with a large wad of crumpled bills in it. Molly could see his large prick already erect in his pants, fighting against the worn cloth to remain hidden. He must have stood 6’3?-6’4? and weighed well. As she talks and slaps my ass I start to feel my cock grow even more and I start to move my hips. About this time she walks around in front of me to show me that she bought a whip to use on me too. I let out a slight moan. She walks back around me and begins to lightly whip my ass. As she whips my ass she asks me if I like it. When I don't answer her she strikes a little harder and asks again. This time I say, "Yes," but I didn't answer correctly. She whips me again and asks to get the. He wanted to rip her skirt off and bury his nose between those two globes. He wanted to grab her hips and pull her back against his face as he bit and nibbled at her cheeks. He wanted to slide a hand under her, running it over her pussy, feeling her lips open to him as her wetness covered his hand. But he still couldn’t move his hands or order - beg - Lexi to take off the skirt, or turn and face him, or speak to him in her low sultry voice. Lexi bent over even further, the short skirt riding.