‘How are we getting out of here?’ she thought. ‘I have my clothes, I have her clothes, I’ve got no car. She probably has a car, and she’s pr...bably got some money. We just need enough to get out of town ... Where will we go, come on focus, one thing at a time, the boss always said—FUCK!’ She grasped her own head in frustration and then pushed herself up to standing. She wanted to pace around, but there was no darned room in this tiny cubicle hole in the wall crap place she was crammed into. In. "But he didn't count on the cops pushing their part, and ended up in jail anyway." Back in jail," said Charlie. "He's been in and out since he turned eighteen." Sounds like she could use a little happiness," I said."Damn straight," said Charlie."Okay then," I said. "She and Timothy are confirmed on Santa's list."On the recommendation of Timothy's teacher, who was sworn to secrecy, it was determined that Timothy would enjoy a good set of artist's pencils, because he liked to draw and, according. She seemed to be in a much more upbeat and cheery attitude than she’d been in since she discovered my dirty little habit. I couldn’t help but feel relief that she’d finally let it go. After dinner, I went and decided to hop in the shower right quick to freshen up before I tried to win her back over and get the action going again in bed.While I was in the shower I could have sworn I had heard someone rummaging around the bedroom; however I didn’t really pay attention to it, just a minute later. She started to roll my balls around in her hand. She knelt down, in from of me again, and continued to manipulate my sack with her hand as if of some interest. My cock stuck straight out at her. Her face was only inches from my swollen hard-on. I attempted to pull backwards slightly with fear that my cock would hit her face but she controlled me fully with her firm grasp of my testicles and she used them to keep me exactly where I was. She squeezed each ball in turn. Moving them around. I.