The argument, as always, was over money, or the lack of it! Well tuff shit, Paul thought to himself, I’m going to enjoy my evening out. He finished ...is beer and smiled as the barmaid came back over to offer a refill. With another beer in front of him he relaxed.As the evening wore on and a few beers later, Paul was considering going back to his hotel room to look at some internet porn and have a wank, just because he was bored really. But as he shifted on his bar stool he noticed a blonde girl. B-b-beg you, ugh, ummph, oh god fuck me harder, p-p-p-please!" With those words she started slamming in to me vigorously, the noise of our bodies slapping together filled the office until I exploded again all down my leg and on the floor."Oh fucking Christ . . fill my god damned ass with your cum . . oh Jesus . . f-f-fucking . ." And with one last momentous thrust she convulsed and exploded inside my ass filling me up until her cum started leaking out between my hole and her cock. Her cries. "The kid's mouth dropped. He hadn't expected an answer like that. He had wanted to be regaled with stories about how great money and hot girls were."Uh, look, I know it's not allowed but, man, I really need to use a phone," Andy said. "Can I use the one back there?"He gestured through the glass to a telephone on the wall."Oh, man," C.K. said. "I ... dude, I'd get reamed." No problem," Andy said. He could remember how much time he'd spent worrying about the possibility of losing his job. He. John started reporting what he saw happening. Now shots were coming from the slots along the front and sides of the house.John watched a disaster unfold in front of him as the jeeps were racked with automatic weapons fire. He ran to the wall of the house. He felt a sting in his side and crashed into the house with more force than he had intended. There was one of those flimsy wood covers right next to him. He ripped it off. He removed a tear-gas canister from a pocket inside his cloak, set it.