Bonnie X Gus Novels & Stories

Bonnie tells them everything that their madam ask her to tell them . " Bobo .. if someone ask Bobo's name . What is Bobo's name?" Bonnie ask for the third time . " Bobo's name is Mu Zing ." Bobo answers her with confidence. " Good boy. Here ... aunt Bonnie gives Bobo a new handphone . Bobo pushnone for daddy . Two for mommy . Three for aunt Tanya . Understand?" Bonnie smile to the boy.

The squawks of seagulls and the mild dampness in the air were like white noise to Taylor as he rehashed last night’s conversation. “So much for not keeping secrets,” “Hey,” a mysterious voice called out to Taylor. Taylor stopped spraying and whipped around to see Bonnie approach. “Look, if you’re here to narc on me like those jerks from yesterday, all these buildings are abandoned. No one should be ticked off if I paint them,” warned Taylor. “Hell, dude, I’m not a narc,” Bonnie said. She pointed at her camera and continued, “I’m a photographer. My name is Bonnie, Bonnie Gates.”

As much as Cassidy had felt perhaps she was more Vampire than Hunter since the hunt the night before, now she was quite certain who the good guys were and who were the “bad men.” Under the circumstances, there was only one thing to do. Blocking the pictures flickering through her mind, Cassidy brought her knee down hard on Bonnie’s right leg, pinning that side of her as she let go with her right hand. The blood on her palms made securing a grip difficult, but she pulled the Glock from her waist and brought it around. “Mama! Mama! No! No! No! Please!” Bonnie screeched, reading what was coming in Cassidy’s mind. “You promised! You promised to keep me safe!”

“D-Don’t stop.” He kissed along my jaw and down the curve of my neck, driving me closer to the edge. My body was buzzing. He pressed the heel of his palm back to my clit and sent me clear over the edge. My vision blurred as my muscles clenched and spasmed uncontrollably. Knock! Knock! Knock! A sharp gasp flew out of my mouth. I snapped my head toward the door and then back at Arthur who appeared just as bewildered as me. “Ella? Arthur?” a soft voice called from the other side. “It’s me, Bonnie. I think I found something you guys should see. It may involve your bond.”

Alex called her name loudly, and that was when Clara kept her cool. Alex sighed, biting his lower lip. "Let me handle this. Go in and wait for me." "But…" "Clara!" "Fine," she said and rolled her eyes at Bonnie before going inside the house. "Who is she?" Bonnie asked. "She’s Scott’s cousin." "Oh, I see. She’s so feisty," she muttered with a smile. "Why are you here, Bonnie? Are you here to have sex with me and then say more mean things?" he asked, trying not to break down.

Gus looked at all three of the females standing by him and saw Terri and Debbie's pussy were completely bald while Ashley only had a short black strip of short trimmed hair about an inch and a half long above her pussy and her pussy lips were bald. Terri looked at Gus's cock and guessed it to be about seven and one half inches long when it was hard.

"I'll call the ladies and tell them that they can get it all tomorrow." Bonnie hugged me again. I'm sure it was me, but it just felt different, better, warmer. "Guess we better make sure there are no other surprises." I laughed. "No whips and chains?" Bonnie gave me a wicked grin. "Or strap-ons." I held her eyes as I answered. "What would you know about strap-ons?" Bonnie put her hand on my thigh, up high, close to my bulging cock. "I haven't always been the boring Midwest girl. I went to college."

Bonnie kissed her palm and blows the kiss to him as she disappeared in a glowing light. Lucas buried the remains of Bonnie as she requested, when he got home, his parents hugged him and kissed him on the forehead. They turned the news to him telling him that Congressman Styles were arrested for illegal arms dealing and human trafficking. He was amazed and wondered why no one was talking about his case today at the court. He was about to ask his mother when he heard Bonnie whisper to him from behind. “I told you the ancestors have a gift for you.” Lucas flicked around but there was no sign of her.

she gasps, leaning forward, “do you live in this car? Is it like a tiny house on wheels? Do you have a little fridge for your snacks—” “Bonnie!” I yank her back by the sleeve of her denim jacket. “Stop harassing the poor man.” Henry’s mustache twitches. “It’s quite alright, ma’am.” Bonnie collapses against the seat, fanning herself. “I’ve died and gone to rich-people heaven. Pam, pinch me. Am I dreaming?” I oblige, pinching her arm hard.

“Remember the phone call last night, how we didn’t know how they knew about Bonnie. The guards checked to see if someone was out there. They found claw marks and footprints only twenty-five feet from the gate. Anyone that close could hear what was said.” “One of you need to tell me what is going on.” Melody, even though a little numb from what Cameron said, answered. “Bonnie has come to join our pack. She was sent by Drew but tricked them so she could get here and stay with me.” “The one and only Bonnie from your old pack? Wait, is that who you meant when you said Bonnie last night?” “Yeah. That’s her.” “What is this about someone listening to what conversation?”