Almost without thinking about it, Gainer reached over and laid his hand across his best friends slightly toned stomach. The muscle tensed under his to...ch, and he had to quickly jerk his hand away before it got any more awkward than it already was. Dude&hellip, Joey susurrated. You didnt have to stop. Are&hellip, Are you sure? We can just pretend like that never happened. Hell no, dude. Lets see how far we can make it before your mom gets here. Gainer took the cue and moved closer to Joey. He. Valery was amazed at his luck. Besides being invited to the premises earlier in the evening, Boris had also already taken the art piece out of his vault. The fool! He had left it standing on his kitchen table. Not only would he collect the money from Mr. Mitchell's dead hand, but he would also have the sculpture, now. Perhaps Fyodor would exchange his part of the money for the piece.All in all, things had turned out well. Better than Valery had ever imagined six months ago when Fyodor had first. Then I’d see a headless man, lurching towards me from the end of the hallway. The man was in a navy blue boilersuit, with an open gash in his chest, and he held a pair of blood-dripping eyeballs in one hand and was lifting a butcher knife, wildly slashing at the air with his other hand.Nearly every night, I had these dreams, if I could sleep. Which I started not wanting to do, because the dreams were so surreal and upsetting. I was also being awoken nearly every morning, sometimes in the small. He slowly eased a second finger into her pussy and he sucked hard on her clit. The loud cry that escaped her lips followed by the quivering around his fingers told him that he had gone too far. He let up on his intensity and allowed her to ride out her orgasm gently. He didn’t remove his fingers from her until her shaking had stopped. ‘I’m sorry,’ she finally breathed, her breath not completely having returned to normal. ‘For what?’ he asked, pulling the skirt over her hips for the sake of.