“Hold on, you assholes. We have the whole weekend and I want to see which one of you can win my game. Which one of you can keep from blowing your ...uts down my throat the longest.” Before either of us could do a damn thing, she sank to her knees and took hold of my cock and began popping it into her mouth and sucking me like some whore!! Oh my God, that girl could suck, and I was afraid that I would be blowing my seed down her throat in a matter of a minute!! But just as quickly, she turned. \After a few minutes, we decided that we\'d better get back to our rooms.\What do you do?\ she asked me as I pulled my robe over my nude body.\I\'m a photographer\ I said. \And I\'d like you to model for me, if you would.\ Susan was impressed.\What kind of photography?\ she asked. \Oh, mostly free-lance\ I answered, \But I really enjoy nude and erotic photography.\\I\'ll bet you do,\ she laughed. \Do you use yourself as a subject?\\Actually, yes,\ I said. \I have a little remote control that. The water around them was red. There was nothing I could do to help either of them. I looked for anyone else that needed help. I saw seven people crowded around a flight attendant. As I got closer, I saw that her arm was crushed inside a crumpled… something. She was barely conscious, and was bleeding an absolute fuckton. I had no medical training, and it looked like at least one of them knew what to do with a first aid kit, so I kept going. I made it to the cockpit, and by then the water was up. I expect we’ll be in court this afternoon. Are you free at four-thirty?’ ‘I’ll be free when that fucking bitch that fell out of Momma’s ass is fucking dead!’ he screamed. ‘Peter,’ I said, striving to stay calm, ‘is Joseph available? You should not worry yourself….’ ‘I shouldn’t worry myself, when that miserable cunt is robbing me and my brother blind….’ Peter Capaldi was in the fast lane to becoming a customer of his family’s business. Capaldi Funeral Home was the last one to let you down, if.