"Ten dollars at pump 5." she says, letting him know exactly what number she is.
Simultaneously, the man says good evening. He takes her money with mute Russian eyebrows. (The hands are calloused from strangulation procedures.)
Her cock bulges purple beneath blue and red plaid shorts. He doesn't know this. Had he known this, he would have offered her a condom- the new fruit roll-up kind.

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Now Al had been noting the frequency of thumps heard from the trunk. Sonny Cream had traveled with them in their car trunk for many weeks, being released only upon orgasm provision. He had white hair, gray eyes, and the fastest tongue east of San Francisco and west of Halsted St.
"Now don't worry, Sonshine. I'll have your orange thong stitched up in no time." Al consoled.
Click returned to the car with two long strands of licorice.
"Will this do..for now? The Russian at the gas counter suggested them. He said they would be fun because we could eat them when we are finished."
"Alright, let's secure him." Al said, then popped the trunk. Click coaxed Sonny from the trunk with a series of throaty calls. With hands feebly masking his whispy, white pubic hair, Sonny bent as Click tied one strand of licorice around his narrow hips. He then moved his hands as Click attached the second piece of licorice above Sonny's anus, then guided it through his crack, and wound it to the tip of his penis.
"Now wear this until the orange one is ready." Al told Sonny Cream. There were children at the neighboring gas pump with a water balloon kit.

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