He watched as the gunman eliminated the threat that was planned for him one by one until there was no longer a threat left. The puddles in the street ...urned red with blood from the nine lifeless victims scattered along the street. He could see the professional hit man standing over the corpses talking on his phone. Informing the man who had sent the unlucky assailants after him that they had failed miserably. His minds eye watched as the gunman walked towards the entrance of the bar. Telling. "I... I wasn't trying--" I think you should get back in the locker now."She nodded, pouted and headed back to her little prison, crawlinginside, but hesitating to shut the door all the way closed. "Captain,Sir?"Was it her imagination or was his voice a lot less barky all of asudden? "What?" I hope I bring you a lot of money."He leaned back in his chair, head slightly to the side. She could justmake out the slope of his square shoulders. His response was little morethan a grunt of. He replied oh ya, but they continued with the tease.“What about it dawg—you like that wet tongue running up and down your hairy ass crack—does it feel as good as when big bro does it”? Dustin could only groan in some undetectable language that was interpret ed as yes. Another grabbed the back of the bois head that was eating out Dustin, and rubbed his face up and down in Dustins crack, with someone shouting 'get his nose in it'. Dustin continued going up and down my pulsating shaft, with each. .. That seven inches was standing up in a flash...the next thing Iknew was Mark was on his knees with the head of my cock in hismouth, giving it a nice tongue bath...He opened his mouth and I could make out the word "Please" aroundthe head of my cock...I gave him what he wanted the rest of my piss and he took it likea baby after mothers milk....when the stream tapered off... he started to suck my cock...I had to stop him... or it would have been over before I had achange to explore him....I.