Earlier that day, Tim had e-mailed me and told me to go to a bookstore and buy a porn magazine. He also wrote that he was going to phone me and I had ...o be alone in my room, with only the phone and that magazine. He didn't give me many details so I was really curious what this was all about. I mean, I had my suspicions but still, you never know with guys!"Did you flip through the pages?" Tim's voice went right through me."Yes, very quickly actually to see what all was there." I opened the. Not to mention there are ongoing issues that demand my attention and there's little precious time. So please Chief Inquisitor, spare me the mundane and tell me something I can make use of."The Patriarch seemed calm and restrained but his last phrase was uttered with such venom and malice that his uncannily melodic voice suddenly took on a sickeningly sweet quality. It felt like his last few words dripped of thick, clotted blood.The Chief Inquisitor who in his long years of service had witnessed. I was on a little hiatus from work. I had done some extra out of town, over the weekend, over a holiday, maintenance work on one of our sound systems that was semi-fried in a lightning storm to earn a few extra vacation days. Somehow protection against this happening had failed, and my work revealed, they had moved the main power plug from a “protected” to another more “convenient”. The result was a main house sound board for a small Northern Michigan amphitheater being unable to handle a show. "Damn she cums hard, bro." This guy was really pissing me off. I wasn't his bro. He was an barely employed waiter and he was making my wife cum. He could go to hell. My wife turned around and started sucking this guy's dick without saying anything. I went inside her again and started fucking her. She was rocking back and forth and moaning. Really loving it. But I looked at this guy again, eyes closed, his hands in my wife's hair, and started losing my erection. I tried to fight it, smacking her.