“I don’t know what to do with you,” he said in a barely audible voice. He turned to look at me and shook his head. “You’re hopeless,” he ...dded; and for a split second, I actually believed him. Still, I wasn’t going to be deterred. I needed to get under his skin. “I thought you guys were trained in getting people to talk,” I taunted him. Secretly, I was hoping for another spanking. I was amazed at the power he had over me and I craved that feeling of helplessness. When I was with him, I. The next time he will hold your head underwater until you no longer breath. I will then try to revive you -- alas, it only works four out of five times. Once you are breathing again -- assuming you are still alive -- I'll ask you again. Tell us anything other than the truth and you'll die again. At some point, you'll have died once too many times or will have told the truth. One last time -- your master's plans?"Again he spat. "King Jotan, this must be carefully done. Watch me closely for my. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the base and pulled it back down to my mouth, popped the head in and let it sit there while running my tongue underneath and slid my hand over his taught testicles that were sporting quite a number of grey hairs. He put his hands on my shoulders and began to rub them gently while thrusting his hips forward, sending his whole cock deep into my throat. Grabbing the bottom of my cami, he pulled it up over my head and let it rest at the bottom of his cock.. "I bet if we check, Harold Smith works for that oil company that killed Beth. It all fits together, doesn't it? If they harassed Brain to the point his aneurysm opens up, again, he would be dead, Beth would be dead and suddenly there's no one to sue them. If they got Harold and Sherrie to do their dirty work, their hands stay clean."Daddy, can you get the PI's on this? It ties things up and maybe makes our filings even more powerful."Mr. Bell went into his deep thinking mode, but did make a.