“What do you think Mr. Chapman? Would you mind if Jasmine and I tried to deepthroat you?” Courtney asked. All three of us looked up at him. His ey...s widened.“I’m gonna leave that up to Miss Hailey, whatever she’s comfortable with,” he said.I looked back and forth between the three of them. Was he leaving it up to me because he wanted them to try but didn’t want to upset me? Of course he did, what guy wouldn’t want three cute girls to blow him. Or was he putting the ball in my court to see if. I was pretty proud of myself, I kept myself trimmed and my cock measured a full seven inches long. My buddies and I compared ourselves to each other one night, and my dick was the biggest by over half an inch.I think she could tell that something was wrong, because she just gave me a wicked little smile and asked if everything was ok. I just replied, "no everything is fine," and walked into my room. I instantly pulled out my cock and started stroking it hard and fast. I was already leaking. Underneath the blanked I found Kyle Van Horn. His hands and feet were bound with duck tape and he had tape over his mouth. Kyle appeared to be unconscious but I was able to feel a weak pulse in his neck. He was alive but he needed to get to a hospital. I pulled the tape off his mouth to help him with his breathing and then peeked over the trunk of the car just in time to see Ross coming out of the woods.He had spotted me and was lifting his gun to point it at me. I had less than a second to. Ironically, I had never asked him what I had asked a lot of other men. He noticed that I seemed a little nervous, and as we left the store he asked me why. I wasn't willing to say, since he might think I was crazy. Also, he might decide if he put a move on me, I would be more likely to say yes. And he might be right; I wasn't sure of myself.I had only half-believed in the rhythms, but if there was anything to it at all, I was playing with fire. I remembered that I was at a physical peak today.