Movement will fuck me royally right now. She bucks beneath me. “Move, you bastard!” “When I’m ready.” I close my hands on her ribs. She figh...s. She’ll be bruised in the morning. I dredge up a memory of fucking my slut. My blood heats. I get harder. I begin to move. I taste her. I could eat her alive. Then our positions change. She closes her mouth on my swollen cock-head. I close my hands on her face ... either side … pressing inwards. I might not let her go. Slick with sweat, I defile her with. He told us to stay where we were and then he got the volleyball we'd been drilling with and put it on the floor in front of him, then started taking some more pictures. The next thing I knew, he kicked the ball and it came right at me and he took this picture."I displayed the picture of me catching the ball. "See the a difference? He knew just what to make us do to get the essence of the team come out."I want to show you something else, then we'll go to the site." I started going through. At both funeral services there was not a dry eye in the house.That evening was our first chance to relax and catch up on events after two emotion-filled days burying the dead.I stayed in Mary’s second bedroom in her hotel suite for the third night in a row, after Milly smuggled us in the back each time we returned. We sat together on her settee with me holding her hand to comfort her.“Brad was murdered by mistake, you know,” she said quietly.“I know, for the sins of his father,” I agreed. “All. I started negotiating with TTR so that we could pay him. But don’t create a scene in front of everyone. He denied taking any money, and he placed his demand. He blackmailed us, saying he would send the video to RPF.He would make us get down to the next station and inform our college about the incident. We knew if this happened, we would be thrown out of our college. I asked him what his demands were. He said both of you come to 1st Tier AC at the next stop. He paused for a minute, and he.