I want to do the first, but it’s your decision now. I’ve never been able to make you do anything, never been able to make you listen. ‘But here,...in front of two other people, you’re hearing the truth. Do you know what you want to do? You don’t have to answer now, or even today. I’ll be moving to Terry’s apartment now. Take your time, I’ll tell the kids what’s going on. We need time apart. Deb realized that if he moved out, it would be for… forever? She was looking at real failure of her life.. As I unloaded Julie writhed with her own orgasm. I pulled out and sat back on the bed to watch as Tim kept slamming into her. My cum was being forced out of her pussy with each stroke, flying off of her in long drips, coating her open thighs, Tim’s balls, and the bed beneath them.Finally, Tim cried out and pushed hard into Julie shooting his load into her rectum. Julie's orgasm intensified, her head rolled from one side to the other in insensibility. It must have been a while since Tim had last. It was held in the filing room in the basement, deep in the bowels of the bank and so close to the London Underground system that trains could be heard passing through the adjacent tube tunnels every three minutes.The interviewer was a lady of Dutch descent. I waited an hour seated in my future bunker before she put in an appearance. We shook hands and then she addressed a few pleasantries to me in Dutch to which I replied in kind to prove that I could speak it as well as I claimed. Mevrouw. Camera! I grabbed it, looked at the photos on it, realized I’d already copied them over to my computer, and formatted the card.I sat her on the side of the bed. Arms and legs bound. Scotch tape went quickly back around her breasts, the clothespins resumed their position, and I stuffed her panties into her mouth.Then Viktor got nasty. ”We will now take some pictures to show your friends what kind of a slut you are.”And then... Then I saw fear. Real fear. Not the kind of ”I know it’s a game and.