One of them grabs me firmly by the face, "You are a good little whore, aren't you." "Me love suckee American cock."I actually speak better English tha... this, but I know they love the me-love-you-long-time accent. My eyes have adjusted to the lights and I can see clearly. Mr. Ferragamo is sitting at the edge of the room. He's a slim, latin man. Well-dressed with beautiful curly hair. He's quite handsome. He looks very pleased with my performance and has his cock out, stroking himself. I try to. But now he’s like this totally-together guy. He’s an artist on the best-selling comic book of all time, or something. It’s called Captain Darkness.’ She breathed out a laugh, ‘Sounds completely lame, right? But I guess Robert Pattinson is going to play Captain Darkness on some HBO movie, or whatever. Anyway, Brian’s pretty much the high-school-geek-turned-millionaire success story, like something straight out of an 80’s movie. We’ve got history, Brian and me. I don’t really want to get into it. "Or is that a satellite shot? I certainly haven't felt us move. We couldn't be as high as that seemed to indicate before it zoomed downward." Do you think that scene is faked?" Jeff asked, motioning to Grigsby's image.As Jeff spoke, the scene began to change, the viewpoint gaining altitude until the nurses' home and yard now filled the screen, the scene showing all the agents still scrambling around picking up the expended casings the dead mercenaries had left.After a moment, Hanes sighed and. "Oh God, yes." I practically screamed out. "Fuck me harder, fucking ram it into me, fuck my cunt, fuck me like a …."He froze. I froze. His cock froze inside me. He looked down at me with a look of horror and disgust all over his face. Uh oh. What did I just do? He got off me, got off the bed, put his boxers on and sat on the bed looking down at me. Accusingly. Disappointedly. Disgustedly.I was horrified, embarrassed and mortified by his reaction. I had no idea what to say or do. I just lay.