He had gloves on, and a vest with a lot of pockets. He was dressed, actually, with gear similar to mine, but I noticed differences. His cord wasn't fi...er-glass reinforced like I had mine. He didn't have any NV goggles like mine, either. It didn't look like he needed them though. He had grey eyes. If you didn't know, all the world's best snipers have grey eyes. The call them hawk or eagle eyes, or something like that.He smiled. It's a cute smile, if you ask me. It was a smile that said, "thank. They scrambled to their knees, faced each other with cocks touching and stroked till they shot on each other.Matt then pushed James back on the bed and licked his own cum off James’s cock and torso. When he was done, he lay back against the pillow and James cleaned him up.I looked at them.“Who’s the cum slut now?” I asked.They looked at each other, then at me. Matt was the first to speak.“What’s for breakfast?”I won’t go into detail about what happened the rest of that day, except to say that. Nod if you understand all that I've just told you." The masked head nodded, then Candy untied all the knots keeping her in bondage. After her mask was removed, she was brought out of the trance, and Candy and Dick brought her up to speed on the search for Bruce. Later that night, the two ladies and Robin reported to the Batcave, where Candy took up Batgirl's idea from the night before and made herself a Batwoman costume. Robin figured that Bruce would become leery if he saw Dick in the Robin. You are my daughter," Luther snarled as he swung the Axe wild once again, letting the head of Lisa roll down on the floor. Her headless torso quivered one last time before slumping down on the floor. After a few hours, somewhere far in the western horizons, a pack of wolves howled until the moon disappeared in the colors of dawn. Buried alive The only way for Marcus to know if he was dead or alive was through the shallow and weak breaths passing through his dying lungs. As he bled a little.