The three amigos—the Iranian, or whatever he was, and the other two that always came in with him—were ... together. The terrified looks on their f...ces pretty much matched the way he was feeling.He heard the door open and turned to see the Accountant hurrying out, still fumbling with the buttons on his coat. It looked like someone was after him, the way he raced out of there. Maybe he was ... being chased.Maybe they were all being chased. If so, it looked like whomever or whatever was chasing. I shook the rising thoughts out of my head and asked her if she had eaten any dinner. Of course she hadn't so I offered to heat up some meatloaf while she put her clothes in the dryer and took the robe from the bathroom door.She dug into the food like she had not eaten in a week; Gina ate the entire dish. I showed her where the TV remote was and went back to my study to finish my work. Avery is about an hour away and by 11:00 Bobby should have been back but he wasn't. I brought out a blanket. I told a few of girlfriends about my nightly evening ritual and they all laughed at me. They all told me that it was too time consuming, took too much planning and energy, that it just wasn’t practical. When my sweetie mentioned our rituals to a few of his close buddies, they all teased him that he was pussy-whipped. Funny thing is, none of them are happy with their sex lives. All of them wish they could have what we have. They just aren’t willing to put in the work.You see, each and every. Bottoming her out as she yelled her orgasm now, Fuck oh Rip.. she gulped her air in.. Rip me up baby.. oh god yes.. uh uh fuck yes. Ebony wrapped his dark arms around her, his hands digging into her tits as he pulled on them. His hips jumping up off the sofa slamming up into her. With this rythum he knew he couldnt maintain long, he could already feel his balls tightening with their need to explode. Ebony felt her squirming and spasming on him, and then he felt her reach down between his legs..