Sunday came and he’d still not been I called the house again he answered “Barry it’s me” “don’t call this number again you slag it’s ove...” he said. I was devastated. It was Tuesday when he finally came over he looked awful I’d really hurt him he was crying, I explained my reasons I thought he was going to end it as he’d not called, he explained that it was difficult while he was away to get time alone, we argued for hours he kept crying telling me he loved me etc. I just held him in the end I. My right hand sharply smacks first your left rear cheek then your right. I like to view the white globes become soft pink, to hear your intake of breath and soft moan as I tap your buttocks with my open hand.You look back over your shoulder, your red hair falling casually around your shoulders and back, and you say, “Fuck me. Thrust deep into me and spill your seed within me.”I place the head of my cock into your wet slit from behind, and thrust all the way into you with one stroke. I hear the. “Good, then we can finally have some fun.” Chris laughed. Julia thought for a minute and decided this was not good. She turned and decided to make a run for it but Chris and Tony quickly ran up behind her. “Where do you think your going?” asked Tony. “I'm going home this is crazy! I don't know what you guys are up too but I'm not doing it!” she yelled. She turned away again only to be stopped by Chris who grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. She stumbled. “Listen bitch you don't have. But it cost her, and that cost was dear and almost more than she could take.She opened the door to go into the small room that housed the homicide bullpen, a room cluttered with papers on the walls, ancient grey metal desks, filing cabinets, and a table that held a huge coffee maker. She went there first and was just about to pour herself a cup of the thick bitter liquid that cops laughingly described as coffee when a hand gently touched her shoulder."You should have water. The caffeine isn't.