By now, Willie was laughing with her, but trying to contain his uncontrollable hard-on that was raging as he watched this petite blonde cutie wrap her...lips around this big dark cigar and lovingly suck on it for the next puff.Pam then pulled the cigar out of her mouth, held it up over her head as if she was examining it for defects and commented again about Ron's obvious criticism of her oral sex skills, and said, "Oh, he wishes he was this big!" and started laughing again, this time slapping. It scared me. Not for me, but because I knew, I just knew, that the man holding the gun on me was dead. I didn't know how I knew that, but I was sure of it. I just watched, fascinated, watching to see how it would happen.There was a role reversal going on here. I was her Daddy, her hero, the man who made the monsters go away, the one that could do anything she needed done. But not this time. It was her turn to take care of me, protect me. I didn't understand it, but I knew it to be true. All I. "You know the moment he sees that photo; Bruce won't let me do this ever again, right?" Pffff, worth it."Seeing the doors to the hall open, everyone turned their attention to the procession of amazon warriors marching forward, their polished armor shimmering like mirrors to the lights overhead as did the shields they bore, reflecting the faces of the Justice League off their surfaces when the dozen or so Amazon warriors marched into a double file and stamped their ceremonial spears to the tiled. “When are you coming home sis?” He says with a laugh. “5:00, remember?” “Oh yeah, sorry, I just can’t wait to see your face when you get home.” I smile to myself and cross my legs. With a sigh, I reply, “Oh yeah? What’s going on Eli?” I hear him laugh again on the other end of the line.“Oh, nothing really, you’ll see when you get here. Call when you’re about to leave, bye.” I let out a small giggle as I heard the phone go dead. I hung up and then walked to the door, chilled by the cold air that.