Then I sat back in my chair, reading the newspaper and eating my toast while having her kneel to my right. By her looks at me I saw she must have been... hungry, but obviously didnt want to beg. As I finished and stood up I had some pieces of bread left which I broke into small pieces and put it on my plate. I then poured some marmelade on it as well and put the plate down to her. I then cuffed her hands to her thighs and watched her eating. While she was struggling to eat up the things on the. I took his cock head in my mouth and lowered my head more. I took his whore cock in my mouth and let him feel my throat. I pulled out his cock to breath. His cock got all wet and sloppy. “Fuck, you are so fucking amazing,” he said, “Oh we have reached home.” I didn’t want to but I had to get up. I came out of the car and after few seconds, Matt came out of the car zipping his pants. “Let’s go inside,” he said and we entered in his house. Matt offered me a drink or coffee but I told him that I. If they hear a scream, will they try to run? What about a moan, would they moan with anticipation? Ok, one girl at a time, lets start with the first whore, but before that, this sight is priceless, I should have it recorded. Let me see, where are Lindsey’s pants? Ok now which pocket is it in, found it. “Lindsey, what’s your birthday?” “0507, why?” “its you’re phone password right?” no response. > I turned on the phone and typed in her birth date. That self-centered bitch, of course its her. While Alan was waiting for his turn in the shower, he began to walk around the living room, collecting glasses and the remains of last night's party. He carried as much as he could to the kitchen, then went back for a second load and then a third. Sarah had left the bedroom door open and he could see Kevin sprawled on the bed, fast asleep.6.2It was a Tuesday."—I'm at the hospital, do you think you can come and get me, Alan!" Sarah Bishop said, over the telephone."—Of course—but whatever have.