He orders to his wife. She duly complies to his demand. With his fingers, he reaches out and circles each nipple, I gasp but cannot move away, I am ro...ted to the spot, I am so aroused by his touch. He seems to examine each nipple coming closer and closer until his tongue is on me, sucking and licking, slurping on my pale flesh the dark pink aureoles puckering at his attentions. His wife stands watching us but I can hear her breathing faster too. He smooths his hands down to my waist continuing. "You sound like a porn star you bitch boi. Enjoying that cock NOW aren't ya, you little cockfuck, bitch boi!" He would call me lots of names, degrading, humilating names... and every time he would emphasise BITCH BOI... I kinda liked it... man, I was drunk... He thrust deep hitting the base of my throat, plunging his entire shaft back in my throat. I gasped for air, but he just gasped, and let out a hard moan as his cock pulsated and blew its load deep down my throat. I gaged and gurgled on his. I was to go on a flag route. Tyler O’Donnell was going for the post. To my surprise, the 49ers free safety lined up a little deeper than normal and in the middle of the field. Up to now, he lined up deep on the half of the field away from me. Maybe Aaron was going to get help keeping me in check.Tyler and I dashed downfield at the snap. I made my move and gained a half a step on Aaron. He shadowed me to the outside. Now I knew. The free safety was available to help against me. Mark had better. It wasn't as if she saw a lot of snakes, maybe three or four an hour on the average, but every snake that she saw was clearly not a Gibson's water snake, and the only thing that became clear from her daily forays into the swamps was that if there were any sipendon gibsonis to be found there, there were darn few of them. But, for an endangered species, that was to be expected.It was possible that they might have a range of only a few acres, but it had to be concluded that if that were the case,.