Meanwhile, I was pressed against the side of the pool, hanging on with both hands! We were at the deep-end, remember, and I think this is what you mig...t call “being deep-ended”! But I was now feeling a bit cold and what with that and a mixture of nerves, I was shivering in the water and my own cock had done its disappearing act again!But he didn’t take long, bless him! All that confident talk and his controlled action under the water just now would have suggested a guy who might have bashed. It was a true comfort to me that despite the fact I had dispatched over twenty souls into the great beyond with my handguns, I had never shot a man in the back, and I always gave fair warning to any enemy to “fill your hand as fast as you can!”I cautiously looked out the window and saw a young girl leaning over the body of a well-dressed man. He was obviously the loser of the shooting incident, and his shooter was nowhere to be seen leaving me with the conclusion that he had been bushwhacked. She was wearing a pink blouse, black pencil skirt, pantyhose, and black Louboutins. I approached her on the floor and said I needed to speak to her privately. She smiled her fake smile at me and said she'd be there soon. I told her it was important. She ignored me. The bitch never listened to anything I said. There was a knock on my office door 30 minutes later. Liz came in with an annoyed look. "What is it?" she huffed. I told her to sit. She rolled her eyes and sat down in front of my desk.. Then something amazing happened. Yamileth straddled John and guided his cock to her pussy and from where I was, I could clearly see how it stretched out and I thought it would rip apart, but it didn’t. Instead, Isabel was quickly there with her pink tongue licking John’s shaft when it wasn’t berried in Yamileth and around her anus. I figured these two girls had partied before.“Hank, fuck my ass, please, fuck me slowly and deeply” Isabel said over her shoulder and then went back to licking.I was.