M. that day. In my lifetime, I’ve run into so many bad people. Sociopaths seem to plague me the most. Men and women without conscience. I can spot t...em, mainly because my dad is definitely one of them. Same goes for my sister Alice and several of my aunts. Whatever makes them the way they are, some of it must be in my blood because spotting them is like telling red from blue for me. Hell, my roommate Leonard is one of them. He’s charming and friendly when you first meet him, but inside he’s. His pace slowed for a second as he moved his legs out wide with mine and then leaned over me bringing his arms to the seat near my shoulders. He began fucking me even faster, but with shorter strokes. He lifted my head up with his hand on my neck for a second. Before putting his hand back to the seat he grabbed hold of the head of my penis and squeezed it hard forcing a series of loud moans from as his hips fucked my now slick penis through his tight fist. I heeded it though and moved my left. Slowly she pushed the tablecloth aside affording her better access. She reached up and undid his trouser button, freeing his erection from the material jail. Like a released prisoner, it jumped up, vibrating to attention. The head was bare and smooth. Blue veins along the side, throbbing. A small drop of pre cum glistening in the harsh auditorium lights. His pubic hair formed a collar around the base but it was the size of his erection that impressed. 4 inches would still be visible. She then opened the bag and lay several links of chain and several combination locks onto the carpeted floor, then turned to them and said, "The art gallery next door has kindly collected some rather kinky paintings for us. Wasn't that so kind of them? " Mr. Black chuckled. She continued, "We can't have you nice people calling the police while we are next door helping removing their excess inventory; it would just spoil our night. And, we are going to be too busy to watch you." Mandy looked at.