“You’re right, Lance. Xnxx.com He doesn’t really want to torture you, but he needs some information that you might have.”
“Did he think to ask me in English.”
“He doesn’t speak English. I am 15.”
She began walking up to the chair, which had become my prison. The Chink bastard repeated himself in Chinese, and I screamed back at him, “I don’t fucking speak Chink.” The pain lasted about five seconds longer this time as I collapsed into an unconscious blackness. When I woke up, my uniform had been stripped off me and I was strapped into a chair. I was staring at the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. “Would you like to continue this in a nicer place?” Read 62397 times |
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That bastard Chink wasn’t there
