He loves to torture me like this. Once when he had to work from home, he made me sit on his desk next to his computer and pleasure myself all day whil... he typed emails and managed spread sheets. He barely seemed to look at me, but it I stopped for a moment he’d seem to know immediately. ‘You aren’t going to fuck me are you?’ It sounded like a question, but really it was a statement, I knew he had no intention of fucking me at all. He didn’t turn around from the wok. ‘No. Of course not, I can’t. I had wanted Pete to fuck my drunken u*********s wife but she was enjoying it. Her hips were slightly rocking back and forth. I watched as my dude thrust his far superior penis into her. Each stroke now was going all the way into his balls. I could tell the he was hitting her cervix – a place deep down that I had never been. When he withdrew his shaft would be glistening with her sex juice. As I watched my friend **** my wife, with each thrust her tits bounced and Karen continued to moan. Her. He jotted the names of the Hamilton brothers down on a fresh page in his notebook and stood up to stretch his legs.All of the details of the Hamiltons and what he had ordered them to do were now clear to him. He felt close to being physically sick at the realisation that he had ordered someone's death - he had ordered the Hamiltons to kill a journalist. Kenny staggered through the house in a daze and out to the car that sat in the driveway. He started the car and aimed it towards the estate's. 3 feet of steel through the gizzard will mess up any spell they are trying to cast on you at the time."In Gonad The Ballbarian's case, this was a little too long for him to remember. So his teachers simplified things for him. "If you see someone trying to cast a spell on you, kill him her or it."Gonad had wandered away from the city a week ago, and he was very bored. In a whole week, he hadn't seen any monsters, demons, wizards or even a thief. For that matter, he hadn't even seen any luscious.