“Take her where ever she wants to go and if that isn’t enough come back and I will give you more.”
I watched the cab pull along side of Shannon and she bent at the waist to talk to the cabby. I opened my eyes and looked at my clock. XXX Dave slapped me on the shoulder and said. Four more times he swung brutally up into her cunt. “What’s your name?”
And I heard a dog go. Mike was pounding her sore pussy and John was fucking her face. I guess my wedding didn’t qualify. In the first story I had written that the “cunt Shannon” in these stories, visually reminded me of the actress who played “Shannon” on the TV show “LOST”. Eventually I did the only thing I could think of. As he passed through the door, he called over his shoulder.
