The man holds up the rifle. Tube8.com The whole time, I’m getting more and more tired. Umm… In my mind, I’m just imagining the grill and all the guys enjoying the taste of my flesh. “I guess they didn’t let you come back here?”
I feel a bit guilty, having forgotten about her in all the revelry. At least it should be over for her soon, right? I imagine myself like that, golden brown and squatting in a pan on the stove, ready to be eaten. The guy looks at me with a sadistic smile. By lunchtime, some of the guys are complaining about an apparently missing package. Start preparing the glaze while Jim washes her.”
Jim takes Megan out of the room.
