"Aw forget it." Cole steered toward the elevator. "She's not worth it." What are you going to do about the hotel's property you damaged?" The man in t...e blazer demanded."Not a damn thing," Sam answered. Then, as he turned to leave, he said, "Don't buy such crappy stuff, next time."While they were headed up in the elevator, Cole asked, "How did you destroy that counter top like you did?"That's part of an old Bruce Lee discipline called 'Iron Hand.' I learned it from one of Bruce Lee's older. “Tell me what you want,” he says to me as he teases my pussy and clit with the head of his cock. All I can think is, “oh god, please don’t make me say it, not out loud, don’t make me admit I want to be your cum-slut.” He reaches a hand down and starts to rub my clit as he moved his cock so slowly in and out of my pussy that I want to scream. “You will says it,” he says, as he stops stroking my clit just as I feel ready to explode. After a moment, his fingers start back on my clit and he starts. . Fucking tree trunks. They felt so huge and hard in my hands. I ran my left hand under his heavy balls and stroked them as I continued to suck his cock. My adventurous right hand kept moving up his body, first feeling his thick bush of pubes. It started drifting higher feeling his happy trail. He was a beefy guy and he didn't have defined abs, but he was still quite toned. His belly was covered with hair and I followed the path up to his pecs. Fuck! Now those were some tits. Big round muscle. The giant killer was ambling along at no more than five or ten miles an hour. The boy, assuming he was a very skilled runner, could cover the hundred yards he had remaining in no less than ten seconds at best—then of course he had to free the girl’s leg and whisk her out of the way. The possibility of a double tragedy greeted his thoughts but he dismissed it as he realized the boy would not get to the stricken little girl in time. The machine was barely thirty yards away now. It would scoop.