Then, as I was in a semi daze, the other girls were all over him, feeling him, stroking him, peeling back his foreskin, hefting his heavy balls, squee...ing them, rolling them – some gently, some vigorously. Young Taniya, the lithe athletic girl, just wanted to slap his cock with the palm of her hand then with the back of her hand. Slap-Slap! Then she grasped his cock and pulled it down and let it spring – thwack against his belly – time and again. With both hands she jerked him off violently. “Seventeen?”Kevin sipped his drink then nodded. “One as a gift, three on the raids. I did those myself. I agreed the hacker had to die. I am responsible for his death, all the FBI agent’s deaths and our agent’s death. I didn’t do it, but I agreed with you and the chief when the decision was made. That makes me responsible too.”“The hacker and FBI agents hurt. They were people doing their jobs. The hacker died because we hired him to begin with. They died because they were pieces on a chessboard. "You look beautiful hun, just what I was hoping for; come here," he whispered hoarsely and reached out to pull me to him.I immediately tried to step back out of his reach but he gripped my forearm and pulled me forward. As he did his other hand came up and slapped me soundly across the face. It was what the inmates referred to as a 'bitch slap', and it really stung. My eyes started to water.Eddie took a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to my teary eyes."Now Michele, don't cry; I would. ’ She nodded. ‘I know. I just wanted to say thanks. I have to go. We leave in the morning to go home. We just came in for the weekend and we drive back to Dayton tomorrow. Vic couldn’t stop about the ball.’ I smiled at the uncommonness of this meeting. ‘He’s welcome. And I hope your husband forgives me my career, too.’ ‘I was so embarrassed he said that. He gets mean sometimes. He doesn’t see people like you, baseball players or entertainers or famous people, like real guys, you know? You.