Laying her back down against her pillow, I grabbed my water glass, turned her lights off, and closed the door behind me. Cleaning up my evidence in th... kitchen, I washed the glasses that I used and put them back into the cupboard. Getting ready to call it a night, I messaged my sister one last time, leaving her one unread message for her to wake up to.“Hope you enjoyed waking up to your cunt full of my jizz slut. Until next time bitch. ~Z”*****Not waking up the next morning until close to 11. Marty actually looked embarrassed and looked away. Stumbling over his words, Marty explained how they had lost a good man, but it had been worth it as long as she was okay.Barry's heartbeat frantically, they had lost a man? How? He demanded an explanation. Marty tried to calm him down, explaining that when the back up officers had gotten there they found Beauliaeu about to throw him into the acid tank. Beauliaeu dropped him and went for a gun he had tucked into his waistband. The gun had. Karen said, “Don’t make me give you extras. Count.” “Thirty-one.” Counting one had to mean another was coming. Karen didn’t let up. He wouldn’t want that. Thirty-two was wicked, low and mean. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Thirty-two.” She was sputtering now, her nose running, crying hard. Thirty-three was a bit higher, but still hurt. She wondered what her ass looked like. “Thirty-three.” She lifted up, ready. Instead, she felt Karen’s lips again. “Is that all?” she asked,. I moved his hand up to my fat belly but he didn't like that and he quickly walked away. I roamed some more. It's great when a theater has such a great reputation that the management leaves you alone as well as the cops. This place was wild. Finally like an answer to a prayer I found a fat belly man in a shirt and tie. Holy shit did I want him. He was standing and jerking off as he watched two seated guys getting it on. I walked right up next to him and stood there. He saw me and I could tell by.