Deciding not to give a shit what some punk says, I grab the group leader, who was struggling to get up, by his hair and twist his arm behind him, “Y...u and your fuckwit little friends better start running!” Throwing him towards his friends, they do, and when they think they’re save, the yelling starts. Foul and disgusting language, making me wish I’d never let him go and just beaten the crap out of him. I turn to find Brenda. She’d already run towards our building. I follow. Just before I can. Midwest Bank held the paper on it.It was a four thousand acre corn farm and according to seismic testing, there was no oil on it. When news broke of oil with producing test wells on Jeanna’s massive property, investment firms from Wall Street went crazy buying property in the area while paying horrendous prices. Now they were panic selling. It seems there was just one large dome in the county and Jeanna owned it.As usual Jeanna had a plan to siphon off part of the oil through the new property. ’ ‘Right, off you go.’ She planted her foot, and grinned at the squeal of rubber and drove almost recklessly, had to brake rather hard in a couple of places, went over the bridge at almost 40 mph and he yelled go through the start-stop line full throttle and she floored it. She reversed to the start-top line as he looked at the stopwatch and shook it as if in doubt of its accuracy. She just smiled, knowing she’d gone around much faster. He unbuckled and said, she thought with pride,. Today was like any other day. He’d got home from work at 5:30 and rushed straight upstairs to flick on his computer. He’s got exactly half an hour before Leah gets home. He scrolls through the videos until he finds a clip of a woman bent over the arm of a sofa, her face being pushed into the cushions by a man’s hand. His cock in her pussy from behind.As the camera zooms in, he feels the tightness in his balls, the familiar tingle in his cock. He wraps his hand tighter around his shaft and.