He groaned as she placed a tiny kiss on the slit before sucking him inside. This time he took things slower and tried to focus on the sensation of her...tongue laving the underside of his prick. He grunted as he bumped the back of her throat. Using her hair, he bent her head back until she looked up and met his gaze.‘Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep pushing Ren. Fuck my throat.’The thought was so clear it startled him a little, but per her wishes, he continued pushing on the back of her head. Sally. I trotted into the huddle just as the television time out was over. Josh knelt down, smiling when he saw my face.“Blue fifty, X Slant, Power Fade, Y Hook on three.” he shouted.I lined up in the slot, I was running a twenty yard hook pattern, straight up the field. I was the second option, unless they went zone, I would then be the third. I looked over the field, I recognized a Tampa Two coverage. I would have to find the soft spot in the zone about fifteen yards down field. I came off the ball. The mustached one in the middle grabbed his arm as a warning. Sabrina snapped, "Let go of him!" in Arabic, and he looked suddenly at her then let go and sneered his contempt."Take those two to the pit, Bobby," Bud told him.The middle one broke and ran. He had gotten but twenty feet when he suddenly staggered, then reached to the base of his neck where a tranquilizer dart was imbedded Then he fell to the ground. Sabrina quickly reloaded the CO2 dart pistol. A six by six cement pit was built. 357 police special,? he remembered the weapons dealer crowing. ?Stop a charging moose at fifty yards.?Kalle shook his head in disbelief, though determined to do what he had to. Handling the weapon as though it was a wounded baby bird, he turned around again to face his slumbering wife.?Andromeda,? he whispered, ?please forgive me some day for this. I just can?t bear to see you suffer.?He raised the gun, seized it with both hands, and squeezed the trigger four times. A dark red stain erupted.