“You listen to me now, boy? If you tell anyone about this we’ll hear about it and you’ll pay for it, so keep your mouth shut, boy, and I won’t...cut your throats open. She’ll be first one whose throat is cut and you’ll be there to watch it.” The black guy told me and cut a little bit of my skin, just to make sure, that we knew he was serious about it. He could certainly kill us both. I trembled from fear and I hoped that they wouldn’t change their minds and just kill now. We were sitting ducks. " Don't say that. Thinking of it will make me hurry them, and I might lose the sale. I'll be as quick as I can, without ruining it. Maybe making you wait, will make your prick harder, for me. I'll have to screw you harder, to make it go down. Maybe, I'll think of something to do, we didn't do last time."To Sean, sitting in the car, the hour that passed while his mother showed the house, seemed a week. His dick throbbed, and tried to burst through his jeans. Finally he pulled down his zipper,. She smiled at me. "Now what would happen if I were to stroke this glove along the furniture. Do you think I would pick up any dust?" No, ma'am," I told her. Actually, I was just a little worried. I mean, I was pretty thorough, but I'd heard about the white glove test, and I was thinking that if she wanted to be aggressive, I was sure she could find dirt somewhere.I watched her stroking that over the furniture and then she would hold it up and look at it. Then she would stroke her finger over. Someone advertises a unique experience. They were offering a 25 000$ to anyone brave enough to spend a night in the old manor in the swamp. It didn’t take more for the group to accept the challenge and spend one more night in a supposed haunted house. In fact, up to now all the houses they had visited during their trip were hoaxes and were not really haunted.The sun was about to set, and the group really wanted to reach the house before the sun goes down, because they could easily lose their.