“Ah, I see”, said this ayumi unknown interloper. He then turned and sauntered back from whence he came. I twisted the key in the ignition a couple more times, but .. nothing. Then the front and back doors of the other beautiful car opened and a couple of masculine figures strode over to my door, lit me up with a torch, and knocked on the window, which I had no intention of opening. “Listen up, fella,” a rather gruff and assertive voice started, “we’ve had a talk, and we reckon that you of all people would be packing ‘doms, hear what lady I’m saying?” “I’m sorry, but honestly, I’m not.” “Well it’s like this, see,” he persisted through my rolled-up window, “We’ve got a couple of wired -up chicks over there raring to go, but they’ll only dance on rubber, know what I’m saying?” “I sympathize with your plight, I tru…” “Don’t fuck us about, fag”, he snapped. “Open the fucking door, or else we’re coming in bleeding from japanese glass, yeah?” This was not looking good. I made one last stab at the ignition key, but when they saw my sly action, the torch started a determined beat on my window. So with my heart in my boots, I reluctantly wound down my glass draw-bridge. A hand reached round and flipped the lock to the rear, and before I knew it, there was one at my side and one sat behind. Mr. Front rifled through my glove box, and Mr. Back gripped his shinoda hands on my shoulders. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” says the one in front, having drawn a blank in the And started to sit on the chair where he was sitting. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her fiercely, then span her round. He got the next two questions right and her skirt was almost halfway up her thighs. The hope that her presence had cultivated, died. I kissed her and promised that I would, not knowing if I was lying or not. I'll do anything just please shinoda not the dog. If I was a revenge fuck, oh well, I thought, that was a fate I would have to put up with. “Then I will see how close I can come to the other side.” “Do you like watching me rub my pussy.” I don’t even know if they’ll like you because I don’t know but I think they always wanted me to be with an Indian boy. Do you think that it’s that good for other people? He pointed to the white-steeped church, beautiful looking like it was built a hundred-and-fifty years ago during pioneer times. "Tom," Liz said in an understanding voice "I know this sounds twisted and wrong and maybe even disgusting, but I want you to think about what could happen if we do nothing. The rapture burned through my mind as I froze. Without the money, ayumi he had no friends. It would be Jimmy, the wealthy, privileged, classic Aryan blue-eyed blonde, who would be their slave. Now lady he wants to sell it, I can't deny, and he is not selling me forever, only for the weekend." He held a smart phone, taking pictures, clearly interested in their pleasure. There tongues danced with each other, as their hands started caressing one another. The door to room 25 was ajar, he was so japanese close.