"An, An office". "How many people?" "7". "Ok", Cree said,."Juan, you and Sanchez take the elevator". Juan reached into his back pocket and flipped out...an 8 inch knife. He stuck it to Debbie's throat and pressed hard enough for a slight nick and a drop of blood. "Stand up". They did. "What's your name?" "Debbie". "Ok Debbie", and her squeezed her tit again, "Punch the up elevator button and do exactly what I tell you". Cree pulled out his 45 from the back of his pants and said, "Ok Carlos we. It is often hard to know where the line is and harder to stop crossing it when you finally come to it, I have always been loyal, however over time, deep routed feeling began to emerge within me about Karen, I am not sure if it was a case of 'teaching her a lesson' or 'having something that wasn't mine', simple put, but over the space of one summer, I found myself becoming more and more attracted, obsessed even with the thought of fucking her. Maybe she was growing tired of our laddish behaviour. His large hands that held her shoulders began to move slowly up and down her arms. They spread warmth… perhaps in ways he did not even mean. Esther clinched her fingers against the springy warmth of his chest hairs. They stayed like that. Neither sure for how long. It was a moment of decision. One of those times in life when two pathways diverge in the wood and we must make a clear choice which path we will take. Esther knew that she should ask him to go back to the couch. It was the logical. Her pussy juices taste so sweet in my mouth as I stand up to let her catch her breath. I turn to Shay, who is staring at me as she fucks herself. Before I even think about it, I get on my knees and quickly move her hand to the side, pull her closer to the edge of the bench, and shove my face in between her legs. I kiss her pussy before letting my tongue slide over her clit and swirl as fast as possible, making her moan out and grab onto my shoulders. Her nails start to dig into my skin, causing.