"No, you won't," Carl said. "You'll never go to the police and tell them what happened. You'd be too ashamed. Just think about all those moans of plea...sure while we were fucking your brains out just think about those and you won't go to the police. Not ever."Erica couldn't give him an answer because she knew that what he said was true. She couldn't go to the police. She would never be able to tell anyone about what had happened to her. Carl bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. He. "Just relax, little one," he says patiently. "It's gonna hurt a bit because you're so tiny, but I'm sure you'll get used to your daddy's cock real quick." Lisann kisses Mia's ear and whispers into it, "And then you'll get used to the taste of your mommy's wet pussy." Mia groans under Lisann's hand, trying to shake her head in protest...but Lisann's grip is so firm, she can barely move her head at all. She tries harder to struggle and shake free, but it's no use; Lisann's just too strong. Rob. The order menu has a camera and a microphone that sends the conversation to a regional or national call center. That center sends the order and a picture of my face back to the restaurant. Probably caught your face in digital as well. If someone wants to find us, they can hack into these systems and scan the faces. Who secures burger orders? The cholesterol police?"Kristy giggled at my sarcasm, which took me aback. I don't remember anyone laughing at my humor in a long, long time."Where are we. It was winters and everyone seemed dressed to kill and I, on the contrary, seemed dressed to be killed. Anyways to cut the long story short, I was looking lanky in my shirt and jeans.Well to describe myself, I am 35-year-old married male working for a mnc in Mumbai. I am around 6ft tall, fair with a lean built and am averagely endowed considering my Indian genes (I won’t brag about myself). However, I do make up for it in my stamina and pace. I was in a corner sipping my drinks and smoking some.