"What if I take too much blood? There's no guarantee I can control myself," he whispers before sucking on my earlobe. A soft moan escapes my lips in r...sponse. "I can take care of myself," I manage to reply, my hands tracing the planes of his hard chest. A large growl erupts his chest and his lips attack mine. His movements are sensual, igniting the passion between us. His hardened member rubs itself against my jeans, making me frustrated at the barriers between us. I quickly shed his t-shirt. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw that all three were still sitting on the beds and were still naked. So I just took my place on the bed next to Dave. Ron said, "You are back in time to settle a question. We are trying to decided which is better; intercourse with a girl or getting a blow job. We need to know your thoughts" "Well" I said, "I have to say intercourse because I have not experienced a blow job." Well you could see the surprise on their faces. They did not believe what I had. Her soft, warm hand surprised him- not in a million years could he have imagined this fiasco going in the direction it seemed to be going. He was torn between his attraction to her and his common sense, but eventually the warmth of her hand carried the day. “I was,” he said quietly. “You look like you are still in need of some enjoyment,” she said as she squeezed his cock lightly. All he could do was grunt in assent as he felt a rush of blood go to his cock. He couldn’t believe that this. Then I got the fuck out of the parking lot. I swung the light in the ass Chevy rental car around the block. Used the shotgun to take out the lock on the back door. That and a well placed push with my full body wait and the door swung open. I went inside with the M4 replacing the breach gun. I shot two mean who turned away from the van in the reception area to confront me. After I shot them in the chest I went into the office area where I found the Israeli Chic badly battered but able to stand.