” “Oh shit.” Who else has them, Steve?” “I sent them to you, of course, but I also sent them to the other guys who were there. I didn’t th...nk about it at the time, but that was a dumb ass thing for me to do. We have to make sure those other two don’t let anyone see them. Can you help me convince them, Joey?” “You mean, in order to protect our Super-Secret that we have with Peggy?” Steve could hear Joey grinning over the phone. Yeh, I will talk to them.”Later that day Steve and Joey met up. Joey. I didn't mean to sound angry when I came in the house either. I guess I'm a bit on edge too lately. Moving to California is really bothering me, leaving my friends behind, especially you... come on, lets go sit down. You look like you just left a haunted house!" I'm sorry, Michael. It's just all this talk I've heard tonight about this damn serial killer... I'll be okay now... can I get you something to drink first?"He pauses before responding, looking toward the kitchen before saying, "No, but. A warm feeling of relief overwhelmed her, “Maybe,” she sighed. “The pageant is a huge financial burden on us! I don’t want to spend it on something like this. I honestly don’t think it’s worth it!”Fred sat down next to his wife, “I think it’s worth it. I really want you to do this. We will be fine financially; you just have to trust me.” He looked into his wife’s sexy hazel eyes. He wanted her to be the next Mrs. America. Not just because of the title but because he knew all the men around. My cock was straining painfully against my jeans; I began to squeeze it through my pants. “Is your little sissy cock good and hard from watching that black bull fuck that white ass?” “God yes, it’s so hard.” She smiled naughtily at me and said, “You can take it out, I wanna see. I’ve seen so many pictures of it, let’s see it for real.” I freed my throbbing cock. It felt so good to let it out. I grabbed it and started to stroke it slowly. “Don’t fucking stroke it, Sissy. I didn’t say you could.