Getting cut from the NFL was fine, though, he knew the life expectancy of a Defensive Tackle wasn’t the greatest. He moved back to Louisiana and imm...diately secured a job with the Louisiana Department of Rehabilitation Services. That had been his major field of studies in college, Special Education. When he signed on with LDRS, everyone was fawning over wheelchair bound clients, he picked up the Visually Impaired/Blind client load. With the same efficient and matter of fact mannerism that he. I bit through his dick. I could taste the blood flooding into my mouth. I spit out his dick onto the floor. "if you follow me. If u ever try to find me. If u ever report me missing... I will kill you and it will be slow painful and you will regret ever fucking mom to have me born..." his eyes were consumed by horror and pain.Before I would leave the house I there were things I need to do. I went into the garage and found the big container of gasoline I found a match box and I dumped gasoline. Smack! Smack!..." Both your cheeks are singled out for alternate punishment... I go back and forth, and give you six slaps, then I stroke my hand over your now very sensitive ass, in between your legs, before I continue with six new strokes.. and so it goes... I gradually increase the force, but not much is needed, as yor ass is getting more and more senstive.. I judge your state by how you're moaning... I cn see you're already pulling at the manacles wwhen the strokes land, but you're still. Michelle and Patty were standing by together locked arm in arm, both of them looking at Tim and Rod, smiling and laughing. The objects of their mirth walked over to them to collect their now-swapped partners.“What are you finding so funny?” Tim enquired of the chuckling pair of women.“You, my very dear uncle,” declared Patty, reaching out to him and putting her hands around his neck before kissing him very tenderly on the cheek. “I bet you didn’t know that Michelle is an expert lip-reader, did.