I bent over to pick something up and my sister yelled are you wearing my thong?Am not.I can see the wail tail when you bent over you little perv take ...hem off.You take them off.You little perv.My si(s)ter came at me tackling me to the ground.I knew I was washing twice as many thongs as I should have, take them off.You take them off.She started pulling at my sleep shorts. We rolled around on the floor a bit. I grabbed her everywhere. I got a hand full of her tits, her ass and I even got my hand. This is his first deployment in a combat area and he’s never heard or seen anyone who can fight like this. It isn’t supposed to be this way, and he’s scared, very scared.With a very cold smile she says, “You can die or you can cut your dick off as your apology to me. Your choice.”Gibbering with fright he reaches into his pants, pulling his penis out with his left hand as he draws his knife with his right hand, then he cuts his dick off. When he screams with the pain and falls to the floor she. ”“I don’t think I want to hear what came next,” I said.“Oh, but you have to. It affects you as a partner in this firm. You see I was low man on the totem pole, so I drew the case of the young man who was arrested for assaulting a priest,” he said and paused.I didn’t want to hear this for I already knew where it was going. I had just never connected it to Jack or my firm.“You see,” he began again, “I could have pried the lid off the can of worms. Disclosed that the priest was a serial predator. ” My voice broke and I covered my mouth with a fist. I strode forward and tightly embraced her. My torso humped as it met an obstacle to this tight embrace; her distended stomach.“What’s gotten into you? Were you crying? Are you okay?” She brushed the dorsal side of her hand against my forehead and caressed my jaw. Thirty-eight-year-old Vanessa Schofield blessed my eye-sight: a pixie-cut poised with platinum blonde tips; matching gold hoops for the lip/nose ring combo and plumper portions of.