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He had arrived at the yard at 11.30 p.m., precise. And he found all of them, those five Black brothers running the junkyard, waiting for him and his prey; they had struck a good deal immediately. Johnny was kind of weird, and didn’t care about the girl, he wanted a new big-block Chevy engine for his old Camaro instead, and Marvin had just the thing for him: the engine came from a stolen car, of course, but it was a really ‘hot’ piece, nearly new and with a lot of special parts bolted on; Marvin suspected it was a blueprinted engine, but wasn’t sure. Anyway, nobody cared about details, they wanted the girl and didn’t mind giving away a stolen engine, blueprinted or not. Hell, they dealt almost exclusively in stolen cars there. But the Police didn’t care too much: they didn’t sell drugs, they had never been caught doing anything insane, so those five Black brothers weren’t so bad after all.
The fact that Johnny was so eager to swap such a gorgeous girl with an engine had nothing to do with his weirdness : Marvin knew the gringo liked girls. But when he’d opened the trunk of her Ford convertible to check her condition, he had understood : the passed-out blonde was lying on her left side, wrists firmly bound with black duct tape behind her back, her skirt folded under her belt to uncover the whole length of her gorgeous white thighs. Her large white jugs were visible through her ripped blouse, and when Marvin turned her on her back, to check if she was alive, he saw that she had been gagged with her white lace panties ; a thick white glob of spent cum slowly dripped out of her pink, outstretched cunt. So Johnny had already had his part of fun with her ; now that he’d raped her for good, an engine for his Camaro was far more important than a broad for his cock. Marvin nodded, smiled, and closed the deal in a minute.