Leonard looked over at the frightened sign-language interpreter that he’d hired to relay his orders to the men. He pointed the gun at the man.“Be ... good chap and see who’s at the door, would you?” Whyte said, cocking the hammer.Whyte had been terrifying the sign-language interpreter over the past few days with the instructions that he was giving and the fact that Leonard wouldn’t allow him to go home. The absolute certainty that, at this point, he “knew too much,” and there was no way that. He snarled at her. You will learn to obey me without hesitation, and it will start now. He grabbed her cheeks with the hand that had been in Kaneezs cunt and squeezed. Open your fucking mouth! She shook her head, and he released her cheeks and pinched her nose shut. Open it! She tried to fight him, but soon, she had to gasp for breath. He shoved three of his ass-coated fingers into her mouth. Clean them! Instead of doing as he said, she bit down hard. He felt her teeth sink into his skin, felt. " I told him it didn't seem fair that I was practically naked and he was fully clothed, he agreed and took of his pants and boxers revealing his giant cock. I set the clipboard down and took his cock in my hands, I was able to jerk him off with two hands.He told me to recline my seat and lay back. As I was doing so he took my shorts off and started to deep throat me. Right as I was about to blow my load down his throat he stops. I asked what he was doing and he said just relax and lean back. He. I had to fight him off to get enough air!It’s almost impossible to put into words how you feel during and after something like that. A friend of mine told me once (concerning erotic writing) that there are only so many ways to ‘insert tab A into slot B’. The problem with a general statement like that is that, while it is true, it also isn’t. It’s just too simplistic.In a case like this the emotions come into play so much and, can be so overwhelming, that you just can’t find adjectives with.