Brandon grabbed my hair held my held still and began to fuck my mouth it felt really good massaging my tongue. Faster and faster he fucked me then pul...ing and pushing me back and forth up and down his shaft slowly forcing a little more down each time. Becky stopped again pushed me aside to show me again how she gets those last two inches down. As she was deep throating Brandon again he looked at me and pointed to Brett for me to help him out again. Brett grabbed my hair and quickly pulled me. On one of those she tried to chat me up, but because she was obviously very drunk, I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation (yes sir, that’s me ....)On the occasion of one very loud and happy party on a Saturday night, it was carnival time, and no, it was already almost morning, I’d had enough and wanted to go home. I’d taken my bicycle along and had locked it in my shop – and I’d lost my keys! I went back to the party to ask my co-worker for his key, but he wasn’t there anymore. What. She could feel her fingers swell a bit and realized she was stuck. Reaching with her free left hand, she groped on the top of the desk for the intercom, found the cord, began to pull the base unit toward the edge -- and then realized that this was not quite the image she wanted to present to Mr. Carlson, who tended to think that Jennifer was perfect. "Oh, well," she told herself cheerfully, "if I just wait a minute, the swelling will go down and I'll be free again."Even as she was saying that,. Get a few shots of you? Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. Only I couldn't see you too well, 'cause Harry's knee seemed to keep getting in the way. Still, I think you'll like 'em. They really make a statement. Very exciting photographs -- I, for one, really think they ought to be published."Lynn's blood turned to ice as her suspicions were proven true, and her voice assumed an abjectly pleading tone."Hans, please, you've got to give me those pictures... please." Give 'em to you. What do you.