” Pulling up a program for banking Leit typed in an account number from memory. Once he answered the proper questions the computer asked he was in h...s account. Looking at the sum of several hundred thousand dollars he smiled. Typing in a second account number he transferred ten thousand to it. Once finished he shut down the program with a nod and checked the clock on the wall. If they were on time his toy should arrive in two hours. Moving back into the kitchen he set his plate. Now he had a. The pain of it was intoxicating. He pulled my cunt lips apart roughly, and used my own wetness to lubricate his cock. Not at all gentle he forced the thick head in, and paused, causing me to moan desperately. I felt pinned to the bed, and as I writhed in a combination of pain and ectasy, he pushed forcefully inside me, stretching me unbearably, filling my cunt completely. I was gasping, making low moans deep in my throat as together we worked to get him fully inside me. I felt every inch as he. Something tells me they are not going to have a nice day..."Jack covered my back, while Roy led us to their quiet room. When we entered, we stood in front of the bright lights, so they couldn't see our faces. It wasn't going to matter either way. The quiet room was roughly ten by fifteen, furnished in modern American junk furniture, and brightly lit by temporary spotlights pointed in their faces. My hands hook as the rage took hold and changed me back into the guy who went into the bunker in. Instead of walking toward him, I sat at the bench and lit a cigarette. That was what led him in my direction, so I found out. “Had you not lit that, I’d not have seen you here. Could I get one from you?” He asked and stared over me. “Sure.” I said and returned the stare into his gray eyes as he took the pack from my fingers. Just as I got a look at his chin, he looked up and caught me. His smile was wide, white and straight; I put my smokes in my pocket and checked out the rest of him. Six.