“My my my, no panties, picking up strange men in parks? You're a little slut, aren't you?”Her body jolted at the impact of my words. “Yes, mis...ter,” she whimpered. “I'm a dirty little slut. What are you going to do to me?” I looked up at this broken little angel.“I'm going to do what every man does to dirty little sluts and you're going to like it.”She nodded her head yes. I slid my finger further and felt the smooth hairless skin of her young pussy. She moaned and squirmed against my. He had thought Kyle needed a father, a real southern redneck, who knew how to abuse and humiliate white, red headed Russian women like Michelle. He had originally put her on a dating site the 1st weekend, but had removed it. After she had made the movie at Aldo's studio with Bernard, he had uploaded it to a bestiality website. He had checked to see how many downloads there were every week. Then last Saturday, before going home, he had opened this email account and provided it for the men who. He asked if I wanted to kiss it. I nodded - in a trance. He walked forward and for the first time, I had a cock touching my lips!! I kissed it and realized I had something sticky on my lips! I drew back and there was a line between his cock and my face. I had precum on my lips! And it was incredible!He slid his undies off revealing a perfectly trimmed but very large package! His cock had to be 8" if not more and it was thick! His balls easily filled my small hands. As he stood there, another. So that they could identify the pick up people. It might be possible from that to identify what I had.I sent the txt message with the delivery locations forward to the team working surveillance. They should arrange for some kind of response to the pickup. After I sent the message I disabled the phone and removed the battery. They knew not to message me, but I made damn sure that it didn't happen. I didn't want a message coming at the wrong time and getting me killed.The briefcase distribution.