No ketchup, vinegar, mayonnaise or even salt. But after such a poor diet to which they'd become accustomed, Sharon and Tracey felt somehow invigorated... and energised. And it was clear from the bright sparkle in Tracey's eyes that this new vigour and energy was to be directed towards one particular object.Buttercup, as always, needed no prompting. After allowing sufficient time for the food to sink into their system, she crawled on her hands and knees towards Tracey, who was grinning in a. "Please believe me, Mr. Tabor," he continued, "I'm not here to trick you. I'm here to warn you; to tell you to be careful. You're going to be under surveillance, both you and her boyfriend. You mustn't go near her. Someone wants what she has very badly, and I wouldn't rule out kidnapping and torturing because I know what kind of people I'm talking about." It's odd that you would tell me not to help you find a missing person," Frank mentioned, keeping his voice casual."This isn't a missing. She could see it in Cindy’s bright blue eyes, there was a blazing urge for more that had yet to be assuaged. ‘I want to learn how to fuck,’ Cindy snarled out in the peak of her lust. ‘I want to be filled with a big, fat cock!’ Misty was slightly disappointed, yet she nodded. ‘I don’t think that will be a problem, I’m sure that a little honey like you can find a guy to …’ ‘Oh Christ, not a real prick, not in a million years,’ Cindy sighed loudly. ‘I want you to fill me with the biggest, fattest. When we get home, I want to re-check your singing range. You sang that with almost no effort. I’m so proud of you.”I saw and scarfed a few hotdogs and a bag of chips. Carla Cox handed me a water. “You are really a great singer, Michael.”“I believe you and Mr. Mitchell are more than just friends, Lily,” I said.“Ssshh, as long as I call him my friend, my big brothers won’t beat him up, OK?”I laughed and said, “I understand.”“Thanks for the water, CC.” She blushed while smiling at me.She giggled.