The blonde stood up and walked towards Gina, who soon had nowhere else to go. He took another drag of his cigarette while he looked at her, then he spoke up.<br/>"I am the Hound of New York, and this..." he said as he slowly unzipped his zipper, "is my cock." A magnificent cock slipped out, large and thick, but not to big. It was almost hypnotizing to look at it, the small drop of precum on it's tip...<br/>"We will tame you, rape you and break you. Some day...but not this day." He whiped off the precum on her cheek, then put his dick away again. The Hound's men looked dissapointed when he did so, Gina almost was too, strangely enough. She could understand why the guys where dissapointed, if their leader didn't go first they wouldn't get a chance either. But why did she feel this way? There were something about him, his precense was almost magnetic...