And when he has those thoughts, he's more than happy to help us." Wait, did you already get him on board?"Liam asked"You dirty dick." I talked to him ...at the bar"I said"He was more than happy to help us as long as we gave him a free membership. Which I said was alright considering the girls were our money. He has to take pictures of every streetwalker so he can remember to check for each one. So we have pictures of all of the girls and we can decide which ones we want." Your a fucking. "What the fuck have youdone?"There was laughter on the other side, and the door, followed by anothervideo game explosion.Oddly enough the first thing that crossed my mind was that they werekilling my character, decimating my online record, and threatening myonline-manhood.My manhood...I dropped all my clothing, and scrambled to find my manhood.Having lost my pants a few minutes ago, all I had to do was lift up my t-shirt dress.My manhood was gone, replaced by a delicately shaven patch of public. The targets phone couldthen be hacked and even more information obtained about the target. Allof the information that AllServe obtained helped make a decision as towhether the target might be a suitable recruit. A recruit was someone whocould be forced to work for the company. AllServe liked to recruit peoplewho would be forced to do their bidding because their rich clientelleappreciated the fact that they had unwilling participants in their games.Until now AllServe had not spent much money on. It sickened her to have to swallow her own son’s cum. When he stopped spurting cum, his mother raised her head. Tears were streaming down her face, as she got off her knees and sat on the side of the bed softly crying.“From now own, you will not address her as mother or mom. She is Charlene or Bitch. You don’t ask her, you tell her. Do you understand?” Russell asked Clay.“Yes sir,” Clay replied.After that day, Charlene couldn’t look her son in the eye.“You better get to school now or you’re.