I'll gladly pay you for your time."I wasn't quite sure what he had in mind, but I was curious to find out, so I agreed to go with him. He lived alone...in an apartment. He took me into his studio, and told me to relax while he got his camera equipment.He started out by shooting routine poses of me standing and sitting. Then he got me to take off my school tie, and my white shirt and tee shirt. "You have a fine looking body, and hardly any hair," he said. As he was shooting, he continued, "you. " Well, thanks a lot for everything, anyway. We both loved playing that course today. You mother is a very good golfer. Grace was saying we should have apologized to you about laughing when you told us we could give her a game. Don't tell her about my car, because we'll need those jobs next summer too. Thanks for the lunches too, and for not getting mad at Grace when she ate your sandwich like that. I wish I could take that job, but there isn't any way I could get over to Ridgeline at six in. Riley lets out a sustained 'ahhhhhh' as I immediately began slamming his hole, as he jumps up and down on it. It only took a couple of minutes before I volley. One whiff of my bushy stinkin right pit was all it took—bamm--bamm--bamm--7 shots of thick heavy jizz I sent into Riley's guts. I throw my head back so hard—hitting the wall I let out an 'ahhh' myself. I continue to nut in Riley's ass forever—almost blacking out at the intensity. My abs are popping up like I had just worked them for an. The one gunman who lived told an insane tale of the mafia oath of omerta, the vow of silence-unto-death, and that the mob would continue to pursue my death sentence. It was so beyond the pale of reality that I mostly blew it off, and encouraged everyone else to blow it off, too.Still, the Judge and the Secretary had their own agenda, and insisted on keeping me alive at any cost, especially since the mob was paying the full bill."Think of it this way," Judge Jones said, logically. "We seized.