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Like a bolt, or three, out of nowhere the bikers are dropped and I turn my attention to Chucklez who is staring at me with an intensely afraid look. “Take the sand, I don’t need it anymore,” I hold out my hand to him and he scrambles to keep it from falling,” it’s you that needs to live Darren, no more following around the worst people because you feel like you don’t have anywhere else. I have a purpose for you, I need you to keep Jenna safe. No more Chucklez, you get to be Darren again and that means cleaning that crap off your face.” I am a little stern with him but I need to be, otherwise he could break me in half. Thankfully watching four of his people including his leader get dropped like bad habits has him listening to me, he looks at the bodies for a moment and I point back to the city and nod. I don’t see any time wasted as he reenters the van and turns back around to head back. I am standing at the ends of the desert staring at the interstate when I hear a voice from behind me. “It took a bit to reposition, they didn’t stop as soon as you asked did they,” I hear my Dad ask. I turn and see my father who has been missing from my life for almost a decade save for the past visits this year in full desert camoflage and facepaint holding a scoped rifle with silencer. I shrug as another two in desert camouflage make their way up to us from a different area and the shorter of the two is first to speak. “Wouldn’t have to reposition if you were a better shot sir,” he says to my Dad who just shakes his head at him. “No I’m the one who calls the plan and you’re the one who makes the shots Nick,” Dad responds and hands off his rifle to the larger of the other two. “Sir we have clean up and hentai exfil en route, we’ll be out in ten,” the one who took the rifle tells my Dad who nods. “You don’t need to call me sir Gerry, I just needed a couple people to help get my son through some nasty business,” Dad starts and Nick is fast to jump in. “So we call half the people in your old unit and then bring a few people from their current units and now you have more than a few sanctioned and not so sanctioned operators cleaning house on this… are they bikers,” Nick asks and I nod. “Yes Cartoons and a whole lot worse. Just a bunch of sick people who couldn’t get one task right but then again they weren’t supposed to,” I state and get a look of confusion from the two. All these parallel realities are more bubbles on the surface of this quantum foam.” You would look lovely with 40 DD "Pull" Tina ordered again. Not all guys are. Afterward I put on my "outfit" and go crouch by the door knowing he's gonna be home any minute now. There she had laid it out and now waited with anticipation of her fate. She said I will tell them if they want a good life they need to be clean, that is all I demand, or they will be defending for themselves. Oh, yes!” She scarcely had time to breathe before it swept back again, slightly higher on the return stroke to slice her nipples open. “This is... Got down on all fours and started to look around. The more we played, the more I began to fall into the same pit as Lorraine. If I recall correctly it should be another lesson about the second world war," Maria responded. Faster. That was always a possibility with hypnosis, and I’d see it before, clients who fail to grasp the metaphor and interpret post-hypnotic suggestion literally. She would be out all night and had been bound in bandages. After all, they were there for a week. I sobbed hard as Daddy pulled ice cubes out. "All done." Mr Penis was moving in, his head at Cartoons Tracey's pussy entrance, mmmmm so pink, so warm, so wet, so inviting. I rubbed and stroked and kneaded his wonderful balls until he stood up and pushed it into my willing mouth. And hentai I was helpless. My brothers had seen my tits earlier and now I was bare from the waist down so being overall naked wasn't going to embarrass me; in fact, the way I was feeling, nothing would embarrass me. I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it off, quickly followed by the bra. “Name?” I asked, poising my pen on the paper.