. so I was going to do whatever he said. I opened my mouth and he slid it all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged, so he pulled it almost all...the way out, then shoved it back in and did that slowly for a while. I could tell he liked gagging me, watching spit run down the sides of my mouth. He called me a "good girl", and sped up his thrusts. He was eventually fucking my face as I gagged and squirmed trying to catch my breath. My whole face was wet from spit and tears, but the sight. Not to hurry you or anything..."The chuckles salved the pain. "She always was a patient woman," smiled Phil. "Speaking of hurrying, I promised a short congratulatory meeting and I seem to have taken a large segment of your lunch hour. Where are you at with the Stiles case?" My brother Roger has a photographic memory. I don't think I've experienced it like I have with the case." Excellent. Be in my office at nine. We'll strategize until the ten o'clock meeting of adversaries. Take the rest of. As the meeting broke up, the vehicles all started up and got ready to move out. The convoy leader walked the bridge as his vehicle drove across. He shone a flashlight into the hole that was in the middle of the bridge and then moved on. When he was across, he flashed his light back at the other vehicles. The trucks started moving one at a time across the bridge.Raphe watched as the first truck passed over the hole. As it did, he quickly pushed the pole with the tracker up so that the magnetized. He took one as well. Marcus and Sean finished their first one in a couple of large gulps. Maurice got them another one.Marcus looked around the den. In the corner by the massive fireplace was a stuffed black bear reared up on its hind legs in the attack mode. The bear's razor-sharp teeth glistened in the light. There were also several deer trophy heads mounted on the walls. Marcus knew that he was about to mount a trophy of the two-legged variety. He was going to add another beautiful wife.