It was obvious to the man that his wife's mother was totally inebriated. Drunk! Not the first time, either.Earlier that evening, she had verbally assa...lted everyone at the party, as usual sounding like the high-holy bitch she was. Sometimes she was the perfect mother-in-law, polite, considerate, and other times she was Paul's worst nightmare. Tonight was one of those times. Her husband had stormed out about three hours ago, disgusted and furious at the abuse his own wife was laying upon him. He. He thought if he could think about her hard enough, she would see him and she would know. But she hadn't noticed him, hadn't heard his silent calls. That would change. He would become all to her. He would be more than any other man had been. He would be lover and killer, benefactor and enemy. He would hold her life in his hand and gently show her how absolutely beautiful death could be.It was his Purpose. She was his. She just didn't know it yet. He had watched them last night, stood outside. It turned out to be a pair of sizable lock boxes.The bald guy walked behind the lion statue number two while his counterpart made his way over to lion statue number one. “…So I got home yesterday, after a long shift, wanting to relax, as you do,” he called over to his black haired workmate. “Sat down, kicked off my shoes, flicked on the TV, ready to watch the rugby and would you believe it, the flipping thing didn’t record!” He grunted as he set down the lock box he was carrying. The man then. With one hand he cupped my balls and covered my stiff cock and gently squeezed and massaged them. I closed my eyes and my legs were shaking,Bill paused and asked if I was OK? " YES It feels good" I said. and he replied "Wait It will feel even better".I could barley stand now, Bill had taken one hand and cupped and softly rolled my balls,and with the other he took my cock between his finger and thumb and started stroking it back and forth gently squeezing the head as he glided over it."Oh GOD.