“Get up bitch!” Sherry rolls over, trying to cover her breasts with an arm that hanging at an angle it was not meant to hang. “Please no more, I...swear i’ll tell no one what’s been done to me!” “Oh shut up, you loved every moment of it and you know it bitch!” Slapping her ass hard enough that the sound echoed for a minute. Then he tell her what i done “And since she hurt him, I don’t give a damn if they fuck you to until you’re ruptured by the amount of cum in sprayed you!” if it was possible,. Oooohhhh Roger, YES!!" "I told you to shut up and suck my dick!" he says as he rams his cock down my throat. I am gagging and slobbering, it is so wet. I can't believe the sensations rocking through my body. He then puts the paddle down and pulls out a corkscrew shaped anal probe with a handle on the end. He puts it in my mouth along side his cock. My mouth is so full my jaws are aching. Both his dick and the corkscrew are soaked. At that moment, he pulls out the anal probe and starts rubbing. She knew now, beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was the last time she would ever hear his voice again. But it was Raul Fitz that had the courtroom locked in a dead silence, the only noise was that of the man’s nasally lisp as he spoke of the events from the night Brad Lowell was murdered. ‘Lana had been seeing Brad off and on for months.’ He sat there, fidgeting with his expensive tailored jacket, making everyone in the courtroom and most of the members of the jury wonder how a man on a. Both were busy professionals, leaving little or no time for social lives, and in a few weeks, each realized they looked for one another in the building. So it was that night. He had stayed late to finish a report, and noticed the light was on in her company’s office lobby. He hesitated only a moment, then strolled down the hall and pushed open the door, setting his briefcase down just inside. Listening, he heard music playing in the background, but saw no one. She didn’t have any plans and.