” She replied …”oh you’re quite the smoothie…it is due to alcohol and d**gs…” “And sex…” piped up Joan…it was a wonder she could...hear across that noisy table...Suzanne …blushed a tiny bit…but secretly squeezed my knee and whispered…”I am going to the rest room….but wait a few minutes before you follow me” I was staggered…she gave me a significant look…so I thought I knew what she had in mind…she was always super cute and desirable…but always had a boyfriend in high school…One else seemed to. Brian had an office; in that office there was a bookcase; on that bookcase were three books on psychological warfare at the individual level. In each book several pages had been dog-eared and passages pencil marked.Searching further, Dave discovered in the top drawer of Brian’s desk as the ADA looked over his shoulder, three pages that had been typed and printed detailing specific actions and phrases to use to intimidate, degrade, demean, humble, and dehumanize an individual. Several entries. He asked me if I could see all of his cock and I told him that I could and that I could also see his balls. Good he said. He then said can you see how I'm working my foreskin up and down my cock. I told him that I could. He stood there gently wanking for another 15 minutes then turned right round so I would get the perfect view of the other side of his cock. He told me this was so I would see every inch of his cock. As I watched Jeff slowly wanking his big hard cock I could feel the sexual. Joyce tried to drink her tea down quick, but it was hot. She felt the colour rise in her face as the noise upstairs increased. She just stared into her cup. "There they go again. That poor bed haha. Gets some hammer!!" Robbie joked. "Come on..we'll slip back to our rooms quietly..."She picked up her cup and followed Robbie to the stairs, tiptoeing so as to be very very quiet. The house wasnt that old, but some of the stairs groaned as they crept up to there rooms. The bedroom door was slightly.