Friday went on the same as any other day for Jessie. Her boss had a special project he requested just before she left for the weekend that took extra ...ime to finish. Chad was due home today and she really didn't want to miss his call. By the time she had the work done, it was over an hour later than she normally left for the day. Jessie closed up her desk and walked to her car with a smile as she anticipated hearing from him.The only message on her machine was from her mother. Jessie returned. By this time the doorbell rang.“Where’s Victor?” asked Jeanette.“In the can!” said Terry, “We’d better go and sort her out.”They dispersed according to a well rehearsed plan, the two men going round the outside of the house to come up silently behind the woman, while Jeanette, with Judy behind her, went to the front door. Jeanette shouted through the closed door.“Yes?”“I’m looking for Victor Freeman,” came the reply.“Take four steps back and put your bag down on the path.”The woman looked. Fucking beautiful cut cock!! Maybe he is not an Indian; could be an Arab with long thick cock and shaved balls. Overwhelmed with the scene, I shut my eyes tight, wrapped the CK brief around my cock thinking, it was his cock, I was rubbing with mine, the tickling in my balls was also a feeling of his balls as they grazed against mine with every stroke. The mutual gelling of our cocks and the friction was so intense; I felt my balls starting to churn making me pump myself harder and faster into. For the first time in years I prayed, calling on God to save you. Myprayers were in vain. About forty minutes after you pulled the switch,I stared in horror, unable to breathe, as the South Tower, the buildingyou were in, crumbled and collapsed.I watched you die. I felt you die.I don't know how much time passed before there was a banging on thefront door, followed by a key being turned in the lock and peoplehurrying over and hugging me. It was your parents, come to comforttheir daughter. That's.