And when I’m dead I won’t feel anything.”A smile comes over Cynthia’s face. “I know the songs you’re singing, saying nothing loud and clea.... I’ve heard that song a thousand times. But your shallow empty lies about suicide are patronizing. You can never understand what I feel.”He looks hard at her, deep into her eyes. “Or do you think I’ll be less lonely when I’m dead? I can’t silence all the voice in my head. I close my eyes, but I can’t make it go away. Do you think I’ll be less lonely? I pray. .”Michael replied, “Good girl,” which told me she had cum on his black cock.“Cum for me, cum in me,” she told him as the three other guys moved closer watching them.She bounced hard on his cock as he shoved upwards into her with her holding onto his shoulders for support. He suddenly held her still and grunted, “Here it comes ... oh fuck yessssss,” as he bucked under her holding her immobile on his cock. They sat there gasping as they sank down from their orgasmic climax. Michael slumped back. Because it was the same Clark that Ballard made me to believe was going to arrest me.Clark reached to shake my hand as the other men had and said "it is a pleasure to finely meet you Mrs. Jackson, Bill here has told me you are the best private secretary he has ever had, that no one has gotten into the swing of things as good or as fast as you have." I was surprised, mad, and fearful. He wasn't a cop; I was tricked into doing all those sick things. I knew I hadn't taken any money, now I was. Her skin felt so soft and smooth and her body was so firm. I wrapped my arms around her and gazed deep into her eyes as I lowered my head and lightly kissed her, my lips just brushing hers. I tenderly kissed her at first, feeling the softness of her lips against mine. She shuddered a little in my arms and pressed her body tighter to mine as I began to kiss her harder, our lips now pressed tightly to each other. I opened my lips slightly and began to lightly lick her lips with the tip of my.