I jumped off the top of the stairs and aimed my foot at one of the gunmen’s spine, hitting him in the exact spot to sever the nerves in his spine th...t would make sure he could never move his arms and legs again. It didn’t, however, sever the nerves that sent pain signals to his brain. I ensured that his vertebrae pinched those nerves to give him excruciating pain any time he moved the least little bit.You come into my home and start shooting, and now you will live to regret it.I grabbed the. He then bit down gently on her neck, which the blond must have liked because she cried out softly before reaching for Justins pants. Gripping his cock through his jeans, she whispered that it felt huge, which Justin wrote off as her being nice, but still appreciated it. Whitney lowered herself so she could see what she was doing as she seductively undid Justins pants, tugging them down, releasing Justins dick from its confines. See? Told you he was big, Brittany commentated from the sidelines. His black skin already had small sheen of sweaton it and a white jock was sucking his sizable cock as he moaned and I strokedmy own cock as and closed my eyes as I listened to the two guys moaning on theTV. In my mind the image of the guy with Ebello’s t-shirts’s ass swayedseductively and the moaning on the TV got more intense and I sped up mystroking and began to moan too. Within moments, with the young man’s ass stillon my mind I blew a huge load onto my chest, shot after shot streamed from. Taking the stairs two at a time, ignoring the hammer banging inside his head and the painful ring of the telephone he headed for the toilet. The telephone was still ringing when he came out of the toilet, so he picked it up. “Hello?” he barked into the mouthpiece, glancing at his watch, the timepiece telling him it was eight-thirty in the morning, an eerie silence at the other end of the phone prompting him to repeat the question. “Hello whose there…?” he enquired. “Mark, it’s me, Frank…”.