.see, that wasn't all that bad. Come on lets go to my room...' Once inside his room Terrance closed the door and came over to me. He guided me to his ...ed and started to unbutton my shirt. I raised my hands to stop him. Terrance paused and said '...alright, I'll let you do it...' and with that Terrance stood and removed his shoes, dropped his pants and slipped out of his shirt then climbed on the bed behind me. Dreading what I was doing I was slowly unbuttoning my shirt I kicked off my tennis. I admit my plan had a lot of killing involved, most of which looked like suicide. I didn’t just go after companies affiliated with the Organization. Any company, politician, church or other body that I had proof of corruption was a target. Right before a CEO was killed, I would sell the stock, then the week after the death, I would buy it back at a fraction of the cost. That year, I made billions in the stock market and bought out a lot of financial institutions and other corrupt companies.Once. They felt incredible under her tank top, and her nipples unrestrained by a bra were every bit as amazing as I thought they would be.I rolled them between my fingers through her shirt and even bit them gently until I had to feel them naked and I took her shirt off. She sat up and really let me go at her amazing tits. They were perfectly shaped, rounded bottom, slight slope coming down from the top. It was obvious that she enjoyed the tittie play a lot, as her thrusting on my cock sped up and she. [He’s a dumb fucker, too. Girls don’t like to be raped.] He makes a couple slashes with the knife. I back away, trying to avoid them, one hand trying to keep the front of my blouse closed. There’s not much room in the alley, and my balance isn’t the greatest. [Don’t let him run this. Take charge.] I lunge forward with my wrapped left hand, pushing it toward his stomach. He takes the bait and commits to striking at the hand. [Like I said: Stupid fucker.] My hand moves to the outside, and I start.