PLAYING FOR KEEPS
Part 7
By
FLEXMAN
This story was
inspired by Blacknite13
excellent story “Turning The Tables.” In my humble option, it’s the best story he’s
ever written. It’s very creative because he thought outside the box and
redesigned Mr. X’s characters. I also
liked his main character detective Mick Stone.
My story is not as good as his, but I hope it entertains.
These characters, with the exception of Nick Powell,
belong to Nightwing 316. Brenda Wade belongs to Mr. X. This is a not for profit story. No one under the age of 18 should read it. Send all comments to Flexman3@hotmail.com.
The mansion on the north side serves as the
Lawndale Club; an exclusive
gentlemen’s club; exclusive because you have to be very rich to afford the
yearly membership dues. All the finest male citizens of
The north side is where all of
The guy who used to own this mansion was caught in a stock
manipulation scheme. He’s doing time and the IRS took everything. The mansion
was supposed to go up for public auction, but Master bribed the auction
company, got it for a song and made renovations. Now the Lawndale Club is the
center of his operations in the north side.
Inside a plush casino operates throughout the evening and early
morning hours, a profitable book operates in the basement and the hookers are
different then the usual painted ladies Master employs in other areas of Star
City; the rich have different tastes. Instead the girls operating out of the
Lawndale Club are young, fresh student hooking their way through college. Some
want to go on to medical or law school or to get an MBA. Problem is advance
degrees cost big bucks, getting even an undergrad degree costs big bucks,
especially when your parents don’t have the cash to pay for it. There is getting a student loan, but these
girls were not going for that. They don’t want to have to pay off a student
loan for twenty years. They don’t want anyone to own them, especially no bank.
Of course, they don’t seem to mind someone renting them for a few hours. So, to
pay for their ambitions, the girls come to the Lawndale Club twice, sometimes
three times, a week and take the rich gentlemen members up to one of the rooms
upstairs for whatever they wish to pay for. The money and tips are great and
they figure it beats the hell out of busing tables. That’s the attitude for all of the girls who work
there. They’re all hooking their way through higher education and they get to
work on their backs, instead of their feet. They don’t dress like hookers; they
wear professional office attire. They look like the kind of woman in the office
that these men usually lust after, but fears of sexual harassment suits prevent
them doing something about it.
Matt Bockman is the man Master picked to
run the Lawndale Club. It’s Saturday evening, just a little after eleven, and
the joint is jumping. Fridays and
Saturdays are the two busies nights and Bockman is
behind his desk checking the evenings tallies. His
chief of security, Roland Owens, walks in to his office.
“They’re here,” he reports.
Bockman looks up at him. “You sure it’s them?”
“Yeah, Ms Confederate and Southern Girl, the infrareds picked them up
across the road and I had Tony take a closer look.”
“They didn’t see him?”
“No, don’t worry. Tony’s good at sneaking up on people. He just made
sure it was them and pulled back and get this, they have a camera with a long
range lens. They’re photographing everyone coming in.”
“Good,” Bockman answers.
“You don’t want my people to do anything about this?”
“No, we’re under strict orders from the boss himself; just keep an eye
on them, don’t let them know we’re on to them and that’s it. Someone else will
deal with this. Apparently, there’s a plan in play. Whatever happens, we keep
out of it.”
Owens shrugs. “All right, I guess they know what they’re doing.” He
walks out of the office. Bockman picks up the phone and hits the speed dial. A
feminine voice comes on the line.
“They’re here,” Bockman says.
“Ms. Confederate and Southern Girl?”
“Yeah, they’re across the road, in the woods, watching. They’re taking photos of our members and
their guests.”
“Excellent, they’re on their way. Do nothing, understand?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I got the word. I ordered my people not to get
involved.”
“Good.” The line went dead.
It was exactly a week and a half ago that they discovered the
Lawndale Club is a front for Master Blaster’s operations in this sector of Star
City. Solar Woman ordered the place
placed under surveillance. They had to get as much hard Intel as possible
before they decide on how they would raid it. Tonight it fell on Ms.
Confederate and her young sidekick, Southern Girl, to take the watch.
Members and their guests had begun arriving hours earlier. They pull
up to the circular drive way in front of the mansion, where valets take their
cars and park them.
As they enter the estate, Southern Girl snaps their picture through a
long range telescopic lens on her a camera.
“Who do we have so far?” she asks.
“The list is impressive,” Ms. Confederate answers. “So far, I count three councilmen, two
members of the zoning commission, which explains how Master always knows how
they will vote, the head of power and light board, a couple of aids to the
governor and several prominent lawyers, including two who are partners of
Victoria’s. That should make for some lively discussions at the next partner’s
meeting.”
“Yeah, it would if you two had any chance of tell anyone,” a voice
behind them says.
Both heroines turn around. Two of the most massive men either of them
had ever seen were standing there. The one on the right is white with light
brown hair, not quite shoulder length. He has a short beard connected to a
mustache. The other man is black with medium size afro. Each man is a solid wall of muscle. The
looked like bodybuilders, with arms that measured at least twenty-one inches in
diameter, deep powerful chests, thighs thicker then tree trunks, huge calves
and backs so wide they looked like they could lift cars. Ms. Confederate does
not recognize them, but Southern Girl has seen their pictures on posters at
school. They’re the world tag team wrestling champions, Major Payne and the
Violator.
“We’re here on private business,” Ms. Confederate declares. “Please
leave at once.”
“Well, well, don’t you ladies know there are laws against this? You ladies are invading those nice people’s
privacy. I guess we just have to make a citizen’s arrest and take you in.”
“Yeah, you two sluts are coming with us,” Violator adds.
“You’re working for Master?” asks Southern Girl. “But you’re the
reigning champions.”
“He pays better,” Major Payne answers. “And the benefits are
spectacular.”
“Yeah,” agreed Violator. “We get to fuck bitches like you two.”
“You two better think about this,” Ms. Confederate says. “Everybody
knows professional wrestling is fake, just a show. This is for real.”
“We all know your muscles are also just for show,” Southern Girl adds
with a smile. “You two are so muscle bound; in a real fight we’d embarrass
you.”
The two wrestlers look at each other and smile. “Wow,” remarks Major
Payne. “Beautiful and stupid, my kind of women; I think I’m in love.”
“Let’s do it,” Violator answers.
The wrestlers get closer. Ms.
Confederate throws a punch at Payne’s face. He catches her midway, his huge
hand engulfing hers. She stands there struggling to pull her hand free from his
grip but it’s no use, it’s like her hand is encased in iron. She hits him with
her other hand, but it’s like punching a concrete wall; it has no effect, he
just stands there smirking at her. Finally, he pulls her close, forcing her to
slam, face first, in to his open palm.
It throws her head back and Ms. Confederate sees stars. He then finishes
her with a double fist to her back, sending her to the ground hard and putting
her lights out.
Meanwhile, Southern Girl throws a perfect kick to Violator’s balls.
It did not have the effect she’d hoped for. He’s just standing there giggling.
“That tickles,” he says to her. He then back fists her, sending her
off her feet and putting her down fast. Both heroines are out cold.
“That was easy,” Violator says. “You think the rest will be as easy?”
“I hope not,” Payne answers as he collects the photography
equipment. “It’s more fun if it’s a
challenge.” He then flings Ms. Confederate over his broad shoulder; her blond
hair and cape hanging down over her head. Violator does the same with Southern
Girl’s unconscious body. They then walk to a waiting van on the side of the
road.
Ashlyn Hamilton awakes. She is
lying on a bed completely naked and worse, unmasked. Her arms are over her head, wrists handcuffed
to rings imbedded on the concrete wall; she can’t break free and she’s not
alone. In the far corner a tall red headed woman in her forties, is standing
before a large wall mirror. She’s wearing her Ms. Confederate uniform, complete
with belt, cape and string sandals. The only thing missing is her mask. Ashlyn also sees her underwear lying on the
floor beside the woman’s feet. It takes
a few minutes before the woman notice Ashlyn is awake, she’s was too preoccupied
looking at herself in the mirror, deciding how Ashlyn’s
uniform fits her.
“Hello,” the woman says. “My name is Rose Grady.” She gestures at the
uniform she’s wearing. “I didn’t think you’d mind. It’s not like you’re ever going to need it
again.”
“Where’s Southern Girl?”
“You mean your daughter, Nanette?” Ashlyn looks shocked. “Yes, Ashlyn
Hamilton, we know who you are. We had
our people at the DMV match your faces. Imagine our surprise to find that the police
chief’s sister in law and niece are really Ms. Confederate and Southern Girl.
The way the man bitches about you heroines, he’d have kittens if he found out.”
“What have you done with her?”
The red head walks to a table behind her, picks and holds up, for
Ashlyn to see, Southern Girl’s uniform and underwear. “Why, like you, we’ve
taken her clothes off,” she smiles.
Before Ashlyn could say anything, Major Payne
walks in to the room completely naked. Ashlyn can’t take her eyes off of his
nude body. His massive muscles bulge, with thick veins popping throughout his
arms, neck, chest and thighs. He is the most muscular man Ashlyn has ever seen,
but what stands out is his massive cock. Ashlyn can not remember ever having
seen a longer or thicker cock; and as he looks at her naked body lying helpless
on the bed, it inflates to unreal proportion. The idea of that massive pole
shoved deep in to her, terrifies her. She fears it would tear her up inside.
Payne sits in a chair next to the bed, reaches over and begins
mauling her tits. He squeezes and shapes them for his amusement as Ashlyn
squirms and twists on the bed. One of his hands travels down to her blond bush,
where he runs his fingers through her pubic hair. His huge fingers then find
their way to her pussy lips, which he starts rubbing.
“Stop that,” Ashlyn demands.
“Or what?” Payne asks, as he sticks his middle
finger in Ashlyn’s pussy and wiggles it around. No
matter how Ashlyn twists she can’t get him to pull his finger out. His other hand is still holding on to one of
her tits. He brings his mouth to her nipple and rubs his tongue on it, licking
back and forth as his finger in her cunt keeps
moving. Ashlyn’s
skin gets flushed as she desperately tries to turn away, with no success. Payne
is interrupted by Rose clearing her throat.
He gives her a looks.
“Business before pleasure,” she says.
“Oh, right.” Payne takes his finger from her cunt
and let’s go of her tit. He reaches and takes hold of her chin and turns her
head toward him.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.
You are going to tell us the real names of all the other women in the
Dusk To Dawn group; all of them. You’re also going
tell us where we can find them, their addresses and anything else we need to
know about them. You understand, Ms Cuntfederate?”
“Never,” Ashlyn replies. “I don’t care what
you do to me, I’ll never talk.”
Payne smiles. “Who says anything about doing
something to you?” He calls out and in comes Violator, as naked as Major Payne.
Except for being black, his body is the equal of Major Payne’s; massive bulging
muscles of twenty-one inch arms, fifty-eight inch chest tapering down to a
thirty- four inch waist, twenty-eight inch thighs. Two hundred and sixty pounds
of mean, lean, solid muscle and his cock is every bit as long and thick as Paynes, but what grabs Ashlyn’s
attention is that he has a squirming
“Leave her alone,” screams Ashlyn.
“Or what?” asks Payne. “You keep making demands you can’t back up.
Hey, is the little bitch a virgin?”
“I don’t know,” answers Violator. “Let’s find out.” He reaches down
and sticks his middle finger in
“Yeah, now how do you think it would feel if my buddy there were to
stick his big cock in there? You think it would loosen her up a bit?” He asks a
struggling Ashlyn.
“Hey, I have a better idea,” Violator says. He bends
“You think she can get her mouth around it?”
“I’m going to find out.”
“No!” Ashlyn yells. “Take me instead, please. I’m better then her.
I’ll make you both feel good, I promise.”
“Sorry Babe,” Payne says. “It’s best to have pussy when it’s young
and fresh, cause that’s when it’s the most moist and succulent. Beside if you
want to stop it, all you have to do is tell us what we want to know.”
“I can’t.”
“Too bad; ok pal, make the tight bitch a woman.”
Violator again bends Nanette over and puts the head of his cock
against her cunt.
“Stop!” Rose says. She walks over to
“Continue,” she says.
Violator’s cock head again touches
“Oh God, it’s too big. You’ll break me in two,” she screams.
“Why do they always say that?”
“OK, ok stop!” Ashlyn yells. “You win. I’ll tell you what you want to
know.”
“We’re waiting,” Payne says.
“How do I know that after I tell you, you’re not going to abuse my
daughter anyway?”
“Here’s the deal,” Payne explains. “After we verify what you told us
is true, we’ll let you two go. You and your daughter will have to leave
“You monsters!”
“Yeah, yeah, stop stalling. Now what’s it going to be?”
Ashlyn looks away, fighting back the tears. “Enough of this shit,”
Payne says. “Let’s get on with it.”
Violator inserts deeper in to
“Ok, ok, stop it. Solar Woman is Jessica Armstrong,” Ashlyn bellows
out.
Violator stops, but still keeps his cock inside
“Yes, she started the whole thing. She inspired all of us,” Ashlyn
says through her tears. “Moira Jones is
Ebony Avenger.”
“That reporter on the news? Are you shitting me? You know we’re
going to find out if you are.”
“No,
the headquarters is near the docks on
“This is getting better and better.” Payne says. “What about the rest
of them? Start with the red head, Mystic Maiden, what’s her name?”
“Isabelle Caste; she a waitress at the
“That’s a big come down. The first two are famous professional women;
this one is only a waitress in a two bit dinner. How did that happen?”
“The scepter is passed down from mother to daughter; her mother was
the last Mystic Maiden.”
Payne smiles. “No shit. That’s so sweet. What about
Green Hornette?”
“Midori Lee; she a police officer.”
“At least that one makes sense. What about the blond bitch that
busted in to Master’s penthouse a couple of months ago?”
“What?”
“Stardust,” remarks Rose.
“Samantha Smart.”
“What a second,” Rose says. “I seen photos of her; the two women
don’t even look a like.”
“She morphs in to Stardust.”
“Right,” Rose smiles. “That’s what happens when her tits get
filled with milk. When Blaster was milking her, it almost turned her back, but
she got out of there before it happened.”
“That’s too weird for me,” Violator laughs.
“All right,” Payne says. “Get to the two bitches that run around in
leopard skins and the two amazons sluts.”
For the next ten minutes a tearful Ashlyn answers all their questions
about the Glory and Leopard sisters; the secret identities of Leopard Lady and
Kitty, Kathryne and Cassy Kitaen, where to find them and any questions about their
abilities. Then she reveals that Glory Woman and Glory Girl have no secret
identity, but when they are not being heroines, they call themselves Princess
Priscilla and Princes Fiona. Ashlyn then recounts
their respective powers and the power of their golden lassos. Everything goes
smooth until Payne asks her:
“What about Puritan?”
“I don’t know who she is,” Ashlyn answers.
“Here we go again,” Payne says as he signals Violator to start
fucking
“No! I really don’t know. I told you about all the others, why would
I lie about her? Puritan and Comet Girl are the only two I don’t know anything
about.”
“But you worked with Puritan; you were pictured with her in the
newspaper several times,” Rose points out.
“That doesn’t mean anything; she very secretive and Jessica has not
revealed her partner’s real name to any of us; I guess she’s protecting her,
she’s just reserve member.”
Payne is not sure of Ashlyn’s answer. He
glances at Violator, who shrugs, them at Rose, who nodded her head. “Ok, thanks
for the info. I’m sure Master will really appreciate it, I know we do. I want
you to know we’ll put everything you told us to very good use.”
“You’ll let us go now?”
“No, now we get to fuck the hell out of both of you.”
“What! But you promised, you said you’d let
“Hey Lyn, we’re the bad guys remember, we lie all the time. Come on,
you really believed we’d let two prime pieces of pussy go. After we get done
with you, and your baby girl here, you’re both going to go work in one of
Master’s whore houses.”
“You bastards?”
“You and your friends messed
with Master. If he were to let a bunch
of stupid cunts make a fool of him then all his other
enemies will smell blood and move in. You must be made an example of. That’s
just the law of the jungle we all live in. By this time next week, all you’re
friends will be turning tricks for Master. That’s how all of Master’s enemies
turn out, and it’s all thanks to you,” Payne says. He looks at Rose, who moves
closer to Ashlyn. She nods at Payne. “Hold her legs.” Payne grabs her ankles and spreads her Ashlyn’s legs apart. Rose puts some of the same lotion she
used on
“Yeah, don’t worry too much about what Violator will do to your
little girl. You’ll be too busy handling
what I’m doing to you,” Payne laughs, as he gets on top of her.
Ashlyn feels the head of his hard, hot cock touch her lubed pubic
patch, rubbing against her pussy lips.
“Enjoy it Ms. Cuntfederate,” Payne says.
“Just thinking about how you and
Payne
lips press down on Ashlyn’s full lips. He kisses her hard, shoving his tongue deep
inside her mouth.
“Hmmmmm,” Ashlyn moans. She feels
disgusted, as she fights against the kiss. Payne fondles and squeezes her tits
all the while rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy.
Payne
breaks the kiss. “Nice,” he says. With his right hand, he reaches down and guides
his cock to the opening of Ashlyn’s pussy. He pushes
past her labia lips and in to her vagina. Ashlyn gasps.
“Uuuugggghhhh!” she cries, as that massive, powerful cock
drives in to her snatch. “Stop! You’re tearing me
apart!”
“Don’t
worry, you’ll love it,” Payne answers. “Better then that limp dick husband of
yours.” He starts pumping his cock in
and out of the wide eyed heroine. Ashlyn looks over Payne’s shoulder at
Violator pumping his own monster cock in and out of her poor daughter. Ashlyn had always understood that, if she was
going to be a heroine, being captured and raped was a possibility, but deep
down she never really believed it would ever happen to her and she certainly
never thought it would happen to her daughter.
She realizes that she had been a fool to allow
A
couple of minutes after Payne mounted her, Ashlyn feels something unexpected
happening to her; something is going horribly wrong, because she quickly starts
feeling aroused between her legs. The pain she’s feeling in her vagina is not
the only thing she’s experiencing down there, she’s also feeling equal parts
pleasure; an intense pleasure like she’s never felt before. She has never known
anything like it, not with her husband or any other man she’s ever been with;
it’s mind numbing. Soon, the sensation of pain is being overwhelm and
marginalized by the powerful pleasure she’s experiencing. Without knowing she
has become very wet between her legs, way beyond the lubricant Rose had
applied. As Payne wildly rides her, the sound of squishing is heard. She begins
panting and her moans became longer and louder. Ashlyn feels hot; her skin
turning a light crimson, her loins generating burning heat. Inside she feels a
tingling and too late she realized how close to climaxing she really is. She desperately tries to stop it, but Payne
marvelous cock has all ready sapped any strength she had to resist.
“No!”
She screams. “Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
Her back arches as she convulses. “No more,” she moans, but Payne does not
stop; he’s not even close to cumming. He continues
the frantic pace, his thick cock pounding in to Ashlyn, who is now resigned to
her fate.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!”
The unrelenting assault on her body and senses continues unabated. Ashlyn has
never experience such powerful and overwhelming sensations. She loses herself
in them.
Rose
watching the whole scene, stands there shaking her head. Amazing, she thinks.
First Silent Stryke, now these two. All these
heroines are all alike, pure sluts. Give them a big cock and they’re as happy
as flies in shit. These bitches will
make great whores.
“Aaaaaaggggggghhhh!” cries
Violator
still has not shot his wad, but he pulls
“Taste
yourself,” he orders.
Payne
still had not cum either, but after Ashlyn’s four
orgasms, he pulls out of her. He unlocks
her cuffs and turns her over on her stomach. It’s time for some ass fucking. By
this time Ashlyn is no longer capable of coherent thought. Like
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Not my ass,” she
screams.
“You’ll
be begging for it in no time, fuckmeat. A nice big
cock in your tight ass, it doesn’t get any better than that.” Payne laughs. It
took Payne almost fifteen minutes before he shoots his load in to Ashlyn’s ass. During that time, Ashlyn experienced three
more orgasms, one after the other. Payne gets off the bed and wipes his cock
off. He looks down at the helpless heroine lying there like a sack of potatoes.
“Well,
that was fun, Lyn, but now I have to go fuck your daughter. Don’t worry, you
won’t be alone. Violator will take care of you, while I’m spending quality time
with
“Yeah,”
Violator steps up. “I had the daughter, now let’s see how the mother stacks
up.”
“Hold
up guys,” Rose says. “Let’s not forget this.” She fills two syringes with a
clear yellow liquid. She walks up to
“Ok
guys, continue.”
Payne
picks up
Violator
decides Ashlyn ass needs more fucking. She continues having one orgasm after
another, one coming every couple of minutes. For the next hour Payne and
Violator have their way with mother and daughter, fucking them out of every orifice.
The heroines produce orgasms at a frantic pace. When done, Payne and Violator
shower and dress, as Rose injects the weak heroines with another syringe of the
drug. She briefly cleans them up with a sponge and wet cloth. Both women are
too weak and disoriented to even think about resisting. Neither woman is even
capable of thinking.
A
few minutes later six of Master’s men show up and Rose leads them to the
bedroom and the two women lying face down on the bed.
“Boys,
it’s bonus time,” she tells them. “I
want you to gangbang the shit of these two woman, all holes are open for
business. Don’t be gentle but no injuries to them, they’re merchandise and
Master has plans for them. Have a good time.”
All
the men work for Master as muscle. They’re all large men and they all find the
women to their liking. They start running their train through them and the
heroines respond. One man puts Ashlyn on
her back again, pushes her legs on her chest and shoves his cock in her cunt. The next man keeps her in that position but decides
on using another of her holes. Two guys are running a saw on
I
wake up in Brenda Wade’s bed. Brenda is lying to my right, still asleep.
Lydia Willis, her ward, is on my left, also sleeping. It’s been a hard night’s
fucking and both women are all fucked out. That’s saying a lot. Both women have
something called the Aphrodite gene, this gives them their powers, but it also
makes them insatiable sex machines who, once aroused, produce machine gun
orgasms, at a faster pace then Jessie when I’m ass fucking her. It’s why they
stay away from sex, once they get in to it, it takes them over. There’s
something else, when they orgasm a few times it neutralizes their powers; even
if they get their belts back, it would be at least a day before they are able
to get their powers back. With all we did last night, neither of these cunts will be doing much crime fighting for a couple of
days.
It
was a pretty wild night, with me fucking their every hole and them even getting
it on with each other. They put on quiet a show for me. They been together for
awhile, but they never made it with each other, Brenda Wade way too proper for
that, until we started having threesomes; then the flood gates opened. They’ve
developed quite a taste for each other now, and for me.
I
gently get out of bed, careful not to wake them. I walk over to my jacket on
the chair and pull out two handkerchiefs and a small bottle of ether. I pour the ether on the cloths and put them
over the nose and mouth of both women as they lay there sleeping. I need to do
something and I can’t take a chance either of them will wake.
Earlier
I got a copy of the original architect’s blueprints of Wade Manor. I discovered
that renovations were done a few years ago. I manage to get copies of those
blueprints too and compare them with the originals. There’s a secret room built
next to Brenda’s bedroom and a secret way out of the mansion, along with a
secret garage. Next I paid a visit to the security company. It took me awhile
but I found the button that opens the secret door to this hidden room. Inside
is where Brenda keeps her Ms. Americana and Flag Girl costumes and belts. She
also has a concealed computer she uses for her extracurricular crime fighting
activities. This will be the second time I’ve been in this room. The first time
I took pictures and got certain information about this computer. I got together
with a hacker I know and we went over how to break in to this system. Now it’s
time to do it.
What
I’m after is the secret identity of all the other
It
takes me almost twenty minutes to hack in to the system, hacking is not my
specialty, but I quickly find what I’m looking for. One thing you have to say
about Brenda Wade, her files are very neat and well organized. What do you expect, she’s a control freak,
except when she’s with me; then I run things. I look
over the list of heroines and I’m a bit disappointed. There are few rich cunts on the list. Champion Girls, real name Candy Graham,
works for Wade as a researcher; makes a decent living but no big deal. Power
Lass, Karen Clark, is a nurse; no money there. Amazing Babe, now there’s a dumb
name, is really Jessica Lockhart. She just a college student, which not only
means she’s broke, but probably up to her eyeballs in
debt. Tanya O’Donnel is the local news slut, she
probably makes about as much as Moira Jones, which isn’t bad but not the big
score I’m looking for. Angela Grear, Lady Midnight,
is a deputy DA, that means, being a public servant, she doesn’t make anywhere
near what Victoria pulls in from her partnership at her private firm. Still, it
might come in handy to have a Deputy DA in my pocket. It would be better if she
worked in
I
copy all the information I need on a disk, shut down the file, make sure
everything is the way I found it and get out of there. I put the disk in my
jacket pocket, pull the handkerchiefs I used on the two sleeping sluts, seal
them in a plastic bag, also put them in my jacket and get back in bed between
Brenda and
TO
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