He was pissed off at Peter for being a total stranger who seemed to sweep William off his feet, and he was also pissed at William for…well. WAS he p...ssed at William? John’s irritation immediately softened as he thought of his best friend. He couldn’t really be angry with William even if he tried. John realized with a wistful smile, that what he was feeling wasn’t anger at all, it was loneliness, even longing. In a word he was…was he…? Was John actually…jealous of William and Peter? It wasn’t. " Max scattered a stack of pictures in front of the fifteen men seated at the long, stainless steel table. "She already hit the rehab center and the other storage mine. It's a safe bet that she's heading here next." The men snatched up the images and stared at them with disbelief."What da hell is she driving, boss?" Chin-Hae, a stocky Korean, demanded as he examined the picture in his hand. He was the head of security at the Bathsheba and was not usually impressed, but the look on his face said. The actually sensation of sucking him was nothing too pleasurable but the thought of what I was doing had me rock hard. "That's it," he cooed, "suck my cock, that's it, oh yes, now you are my cocksucker aren't you."The addition of the sort of things he would say to me over the phone almost made me cum there and then as I continued to work on his hard shaft. "Let me see your cock," he asked. Still on my knees and still with him inside my mouth I undid my trousers and pulled my achingly hard cock. Backs up to the woods. Not many neighbors." I don't suppose I get a choice," I grumbled back to the disembodied voice."Sure you do. Just like you can not take my advice about the lotto, or the keno numbers. The one thing I really don't want you to refuse is to take out the terrorists." As soon as we have enough info to do something. Any more intel on that?" I forget what I've told you so far. My memory - or more rightly the memory you've loaned me - isn't that good. What I know is: it's gonna.