They aren't being mean. They just wanted you to know how bad they would feel if I wasn't with them. They know how you feel. They feel a little bit of ...his every time their papa goes to sea. Even I feel like that. Come let's go write your Mama a letter and then you won't feel so lonely."And he came! His presence filled the room--maybe the whole house even. He was quite loud and kissed his daughters and then kissed their mama long and hard. He turned to me and did just as I remembered. He kissed. I like my little “hole” as I call it. No one ever comes in on Saturdays, so I usually dress very casual, in shorts, a shirt and some flips flops- a far cry from the stylish business-casual look that I usually wear every day. I never really think about how I dress, because no one ever works on Saturdays, but me. (Or so I thought.) I was deep into the middle of completing some work when my mind began to wonder. I glanced at a photo of my US Marine boyfriend, setting on my desk. I call him a. "Come out here, bitch," said a male voice. "Your turn to dance for us."I reached in my pants and pulled out the single-shot weapon taped behind my balls, pressed it against the lock and pushed the button. The lock blew to very small pieces, and I stepped out behind the debris and cold-cocked one big jerk and then stabbed the other in the throat with my rigid fingers. He fell back against the open cell door going, "Ach, ach" and slid down, turning blue very quickly.I took his Tec 9 and handed it. We made plans to meet in a couple of days, then I laid down thinking about what they did to me.I told my mom I was going to a friends house for a little while and his dad was picking me up. As the car pulled up, I ran outside and jumped in. As we headed across town we chatted as he rubbed my leg. He was squeezing my dick through my pants as we pulled into the driveway. Walking into the house the younger of the two seen me come in. I missed you you he said smiling. Going to the back of the house.