<strong>Moussad - Unhand that girl you Erdugle!</strong><br/><br/>Ah, Moussad thought, when he heard the frantic tone of his aromatic slush petunia as she called her readiness.<br/><br/>Moussad could tell just by her clinching of her eyes and eagerness to grip his hand she wanted him again. But he would make her wait until she and their treasure was hosed down and sanitized.<br/><br/>Another three jerks in rapid succession and both Madison and the snag was in his hands. Not too soon as the grinder made patch work of the place where the girl had been laboring.<br/><br/>He was so proud of her he gave her a hung before tossing her over his shoulder. He bent down to snag the net and clip it to his belt. Next the mesh bag with the dripping treasure.<br/><br/>“I fuck you many times Madforson!” Moussad promised as he brought her and the bag off the over head grate.<br/><br/>“But you am stinky with sweat. So I check dah raining of you for later.”<br/><br/>He gave her a good natured pat on her rump as he headed for he fire hose box near the exit door.<br/><br/>“Rinse first.”<br/><br/>