Present day:
Samson held Liz in his arms. Merely a postcoital gesture. His fingers slipped absently in and out of her pussy. They were both somewhat distracted, waiting for Bianca's return. In the last 3 months, Samson had reformatted Bianca's mind sufficiently, so that there was little worry she would not follow through with her task. Not that it taken much work in the first place. Lost, plundering, fallen marriage, from the 818. Bianca was easy prey. His means to an end result of grandeur. In days, Samson would have the kind of money needed to attract loyal followers and establish his place on the red carpet of cult leaders. Samson knew the reality. This was fucking Hollywood. No one worshipped the poor. He planed on giving Scientology a run for it's money.
Samson held Liz in his arms. Merely a postcoital gesture. His fingers slipped absently in and out of her pussy. They were both somewhat distracted, waiting for Bianca's return. In the last 3 months, Samson had reformatted Bianca's mind sufficiently, so that there was little worry she would not follow through with her task. Not that it taken much work in the first place. Lost, plundering, fallen marriage, from the 818. Bianca was easy prey. His means to an end result of grandeur. In days, Samson would have the kind of money needed to attract loyal followers and establish his place on the red carpet of cult leaders. Samson knew the reality. This was fucking Hollywood. No one worshipped the poor. He planed on giving Scientology a run for it's money.
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where does one find a decent mojito on the eastside?