Sorry, long day at work. I was thinking of stopping at Vin Délicieux. Any special requests?” “The usual. Gotta go babe, love you.” Click. Linds...ey couldn’t figure out why he was so short on the phone, but brushed it off. 7:39 He sat in his old truck, watching the ritzy cars that drove by, cursing the snobby sons of bitches that drove them. He wondered how people could be that rich, yet still allow people like him to grow up homeless. Made him sick. “Fuckers,” he cursed out loud. He hated them –. You reach down with one hand, fingers spread, through your mound of hair, searching. You feel your clit, so firm now, and then his cock as it slides under your fingers, and along your tingling clit. Feeling him you press his cock firmly against you and groan with pleasure at the sensation.You hear him moan as he bends to kiss your neck so tenderly, while now massaging your pussy with his cock. You can stand no more as you feel the waves of orgasm build inside. On his next stroke you press his. Whether from pirated copies of the tapes given to the German media or from copies of the tapes sold by Arkan to the Mafia- or a combination of the two, uncensored pictures of the assorted gang rapes inflicted upon Valkyrie and Bobbie circulated widely throughout Europe despite the best efforts of various governments to stop them. Like all forbidden information, these pictures and video clips found their way onto the internet. Posted on anonymous and short lived sites, they spread rapidly around. “Oh hey, Chloe. Your turn today, huh?” I have them surprise me with a new Cow-Worker each day to keep things fresh. This one is one of my favorites, a young saleswoman with long light brown hair and a petite figure. “Yes sir,” She smiles nervously, then unzips me and gets to work. “Oh and sir? There was a call from a Mr. Smith. Something about the deal being ridiculous? Unfair?”I pet her hair and chuckle, “Oh he won’t say no.” I press a button on the phone, buzzing for the secretary. “Anne? Hey.