Contract Hit Man 8 - Sex Stories

Contract Hit Man 8

... against the door and I carried her to the bedroom. “Dale, what are you doing with her?” “I had to bring her. Take your bags and go down the back stairs. You’ll see my van there. Put your luggage into the trunk, start the car, and introduce yourself to Gia. I’ll be right behind you.” Ayana struggled as I carried her into the bedroom. I laid her on her back and cuffed her hands and wrists to the bedposts. A bath towel was used to gag her, and I tied her feet to the posts at the end of the bed. I kissed her on the cheek and said, “Ayana, you’re a great fuck and I hope you do well in the future. I’ll call the police to tell them where to find you.” I walked out of the room and hurried to the car. “We’re glad to see you,” the ladies said. “Scoot over, Lucy, I’m driving.” As soon as I was on the main drag, I said, “I assume you’ve introduced yourselves to each other.” “We have," said Lucy, “And Gia seems like a nice young lady who grew up with an abusive brother. “I like Lucy already. Although I don’t know much about her yet.” “Before we get to the airport, I want to explain where we’re going. Less than an hour ago, I killed the Bucci Outfit because they murdered my fiancee and son when they were arriving by plane at my island retreat.” The ladies gasped. “I didn’t know that,” Lucy said. “Since I’ve been away, my right-hand man had purchased a large resort house on an isolated island of Decker in the British Virgin Island. At the other end of the island is a village where ...

... supplies can be purchased, and they have medical care. Life will not be the same for either of you because only the three of us will be living the house. My right-hand man and other’s that work for me will be housed in a number of cabanas along the beach. “What, you're telling us is there is no night life or movies or bars and restaurants?” Lucy said. “There are restaurants and bars, but they’re used by the locals.” “What are we going to do for entertainment, unless you have some kind of work for us to do.” Gia said. “You not going to work in the traditional sense, although I’ll expect you to help keep the house clean even though we’ll have a maid. I took a ramp from the interstate and drove ten miles without speaking. Gia and Lucy talked the entire time. I drove another twenty miles to a private airport. We were met by Larry. “Larry, I’m Dale Bradford. As I told you on the phone, we want to go to Miami and then to St Thomas in the Britsh Virgin Islands.” “That is what we expected. We can be in Miami in about three hours and forty-five minutes. I’ll have to know the name of the island before I file a flight plan for your final destination.” “It’s Decker Island.” “Okay, ‘I’ll file a flight plan, but I’ll need to see your passports.” “Passports,” the women exclaimed. I smiled at that them as I pulled three passports from my inside jacket pocket. Larry took a quick glance at them and said, “Take you luggage to the plane and John will store it for you. I’ll be there in about five ...