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But, the plain fact of the matter was that many of those in those kinds of lives didn’t want any part of being ‘saved.’ They just wanted to be left alone to cope with their situations as well as could be expected. The BLACK KNIGHTS: included the leaders who provided the area and to the expanded city: drugs, sex, guns, alcohol and violence in measured amounts. Although, most in the area deplored the violence when manifested, under their breaths they often remarked, “He/she really deserved that.” The disappearance of Tyrone the Pimp was one such occurrence, even though urban legend indicated that it was the Bash Brothers who carried this out, and they didn’t live in the village. The GRAY KNIGHTS, of which the writer of this story is one: are the ‘cities of refuge’ for the inhabitants of the village that get into trouble with others there, and their safety is guaranteed for a maximum of two weeks, while tempers cooled down and arrangements for reconciliations could be arranged. This helped to avoid extreme actions that would later be very much regretted. The BLUE KNIGHTS: are the local representatives of law enforcement, of which usually at least two live in the front corner ground level condos of Marty Jensen’s complex. Also, because of the reputation of the area; elements of the county sheriff’s office, which had jurisdiction over the northern half of the roadway; and the local detachment of the STATERS (highway patrol), whose local office was up by the airport were known to wander through at times, and also to back-up local officers when called for. They were often recipients of boxes of donuts to amuse themselves with during slack girl times in the crime business from mysterious sources that everyone actual knew who they were. The GREEN KNIGHTS: are the local people who in addition to the city’s equipment helped to keep things neat and clean in the village, maintained the single youth playground (which was an enforced neutral zone for the use of any person’s children,) and put constant pressure on the city to carry out their responsibilities to the area. There are some other smaller groups in activity here, but for some reason Arl asshole and Bla couldn’t think of who they were at the time. So, having a lay of the land in mind they considered what could be done to prevent an attempt at an overthrow and the violence that it would bring to this relatively quiet neighborhood village. They sent secretive messages to the CHIEF of the city’s police about a pending operation, giving him the details that he would need to know, to Blossom about the escrow account, to out of city professional assets as to their availability, to the Mount Beaver Detective Agency for their possible aid in this, to Marty of the condo complex to be able to access his security system for local observations (and to offer additional help in isolating him and his place from the coming conflict) and to the Knights (Black) as to their pending interest in this case and the necessity of face to face negotiations on the handling of the contract for their work. A contract that would never be in written form, by the way. The meeting of the Bash Brothers and a delegation from the Black Knights met in a very large Winnebago parked behind the local Masonic meeting hall on their street and the analfist details were worked out to both teams satisfaction and the escrow account was agreed upon because of the general respect that Blossom had in all of the levels of local society, a few privileged ones of whom had shared her bed and more that had benefited from her expert legal services. While the defenders were gathering their intelligence and assets, to plan their defensive action, which would of course become very aggressively attack based, I digress to my situation in the middle of all of this and had no clue of any of it. Except for my knowledge of the ‘Knights’ and the balanced arrangement between the various factions of influence in our little village buttfuck to prevent a descent into very violent chaos. My condo in Marty’s japanese complex was made up of two units melded together. It was like several others in the complex and built that way by the Sully Brothers as designed. I had it designed with five bedrooms, but one of them, the one by the front door was my office and media room, and locked all the time that I wasn’t in it. By general agreement, I was allowed two ladies (a total of six, plus one in my bed) in each of the bedrooms and them staying for no more than two weeks each, except for one that I designated as my current regular. So, I had a constant turnover, but through repeated visits at least four months apart, I got to know several of them very well. The current identified regular rotated with their level of service to me in mind. I never took a single penny from any of them, but accepted supplies that they might share (including toilet paper, milk and various cereals) with the all of us. To prevent any of them needlessly staying with me, they had to be ready at any time to yield their ‘round the world ports’ to me upon my request. And any resistance to this, was cause for them to be led up to the front door for their absence from my haven. No dicks besides mine were ever allowed in the condo. And I did not allow any drugs bought or sold in it, either. Whatever went on outside beyond by my door, was their business and I had little interest in it. Both of you just need to get us there in one piece. Would you like me to make your nipples all big and stiff?" I girl can do that for you." I managed to force out in a raspy, strained voice. “Bridge, you’re graduating today, and then you got to start figuring out your path in life. Pulling back I spit on his cock, and then went down on him again. The most anything that ever happened was I was there swimming at their pool one day and Cathy sat in my japanese lap, wearing just a bikini and squirmed around some on my crotch. The bell went and as Brian classmates analfist left the room she caught his attention and asked to speak with him ‘privately’. Okay? Her mouth tasted like pre-cum and her nipples were getting tender from the cruel fingers of the man beneath her. I love going snorkeling here and it was also a great place to fish. I gasped and bucked. Pushing his tongue through the crevice of my lips. She had needed it all day. All five vehicles leave the garage and pass through the front gate to head towards work. “I am totally exhausted, drained and sore all over. I began to unbuckle his belt. “I see. “Hmm?” Apparently my time as a slave had dumbed down my capacity for language. I was dumbstruck. “Yes, I could have made it twelve inches if I wanted, but why? She cried out like an opera singer, having climax after climax as I released the last of my reserves into her. I stumbled back a few steps and leaned against the desk next to hers. KIERA "They're trying to pass it off as some kind of flash mob or PETA demonstration, but it's obvious that they've already realized what's going on." He slipped his right arm under her legs behind her knees, pulled asshole her to the edge of the seat wrapping his left arm around her back under her arms, cupping her left breast. I place a pillow against her back to keep her warm before I walk out of her room. “Frances, be good, you are going to scare her.” Ariel said. She swallowed, then walked out of the buttfuck room. “You're doing so good,” I moaned, the vibrating warmth moving lower and lower.