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"Ah Driver, walk to the end, there's a good chap, make sure it is safe for us." The UN driver looked at The Officer's gun barrel and carefully set off along the apparently unsafe structure, he reached the end, The Officer shouted "Jump up and Down" The driver obeyed reluctantly, the structure barely moved. "The end structure is Steel, just made to look like wood, sir" Jakob Unfartu murmered quietly. "Yes Jakob, but let's not spoil the fun." The Officer replied. "Come here, take a stiff interracial out to the end." The Officer bellowed and the terrified driver returned and lifted the first body and took it to the end of the Jetty. "Just put it down and fetch another." Soon three bodies lay on the wood planking at the outer end of the jetty. The Officer smiled "Live bait I think, shoot his leg please Jakob" The Driver screamed as he lost his balance deprived of the support of his left leg as Jakob's bullet smashed his knee cap. The water boiled as Crocodiles fought over the free meal, the muddy water briefly turned red with spilt blood. The Officer walked to the Truck and held out erotic his hand to guide the Woman as she climbed down to the ground, he led her to the Jetty, "Just push the bodies in for me."he asked politely. She walked carefully, as if the six feet wide platform were a tightrope. at the end her dead friends and colleagues, now cold if not stiff, crocs striptease eyes breaking the surface betrayed their presence. She pushed the first, carefully, careful not to fall herself. it landed with a splash and the waters boiled as the crocs tore the meal into bite sized pieces, the waters subsided and the order "Next" drifted across the water, the woman pushed another body, the crocs came again, the same or different ones she could not know but there could be hundreds, and girlfriend certain death awaited her if she fell. The waters subsided, and again the order and the body descended the waters boiled the red stains crocs fighting for their fair share of the bounty. "Last one" The Officer ordered. "Jump, or dive, we are waiting, this is your chance, to escape, surely you prefer death to the humiliations which await you?" She looked down, he had won, she could not face the plunge. She stared straight into his eyes "Shoot me" He smiled and shook his head. "Please" she added, "please shoot me." "No it would waste a bullet, just jump, like at the swimming baths." The Officer suggested. "I can't." The Officer spoke loudly and clearly "Then you understand how Miss Harding became my fuckpig, will you become our fuckpig, live like an animal. or will you jump." "Will you hurt me?" she asked pointlessly. "Of course we shall hurt you, we shall rape you this evening and when we have worked out what you do best we shall modify you to our taste, like fuckpig. but not exactly, She stood and slowly walked towards the shore. The Officer shouted across, "Stop, take your clothes off and throw them to the crocs," "Shoot me" she replied hopefully. Willing hands grabbed her as she reached dry land her jacket, shorts and underwear were stripped away to reveal her pale beauty, the pulled her hairpins out to let her hair cascade around her shoulders. "That is disgusting," The Officer pointed to exotic her lush pubic hair, "somebody shave her now." So, I taped a sheet of paper on the outside of the front door and had written: HER HERE!! I arrived first and waved her over when she came through the door, and she looked exactly like the picture. “Does Justina ask about me?” Angela asked, a touch of sadness in her voice. Some of you probably thought Jim was seducing me in his story number two. And Freddy's hard-on was about the same size around as yours. "Gimme dem titties," said Ted, reaching out lustfully for his wife's breasts. Carly quickly grabbed the phone and was just as shocked as Zane. When Ronda and I play together, we usually go for a couple of hours. I walked back and stood between my men. On the next underground train I was either lucky or unlucky in interracial that a group of football supporters got on at striptease the station after I’d got on. I stopped suddenly as I said, "Seriously you are a far better healer than I am. Huddled groups of young men were clustered together, downing shots, lifting beer mugs, eyes drifting. Fili asked as the gates opened. If only I had pressed harder, Freydis might still be alive. After that fateful Sunday afternoon--and after my week-long, late night "masturbation marathon" was finally over with--I tried my best to forget about what took place between Freddy and me. I just wanted to move on with my life, and keep my "dirty little secret" to myself, so that no one would ever know about the 15 to 20 minutes' worth of exotic pure, hardcore sex that took place between Freddy and me in that small bathroom. Dusk gasped, her snatch clenching down on me. “Don’t even think about it buddy, just hang on to that weapon. More then half of all marriages end in divorce. I sat up and started to pull her pants off. The man pinched her nipples, hardening them. “I know what will fix that.” She said; and erotic turned to face me. She stood right in front of me and leant forwards and kissed me full on the lips. Cold air swirled around the old man, a winter fury ready girlfriend to be unleashed. I loved stroking him. Brie cocked her head to the side. The Bertrand account?