Oddly, Joe wasn’t really looking at the gun at all, except for a brief glance. His eyes were fixed firmly on mine. With a loud clatter, the bat hit ...he tiled floor, and both of his hands were extended in front of him, palms forward.“Wait!” he said. There was a look in his eyes unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. I would like to have studied it. Professionally, that is. But instead, I pulled the trigger.Now, when a person loses consciousness, he will fall in whichever direction he happens to be. I made a mental note-to-self that a mobile phone would be an excellent gift, provided I ever got close enough to her to make her accept it. We finished lunch in silence."Anyway, let's have a look at your report and see what we can do," I said when we had eaten.She got it out - it was handwritten in her neat and very legible hand. She had left space where she knew things were missing. I noted that. "I hoped you were going to help me," she blurted out."Why of course, but why didn't you find me. I can recall her face, her deep green eyes, her hazel-hair, falling down like a waterfall, her soft, slight-red lips, her small, aristocratic nose. Sad that she was gone so fast. I starred at t he dollar and dreamed. Then I saw the writing, someone wrote with ink on it "Thanks, give me a call at 8 p.m. 555-647890", I glanced at the clock, 20.05 oh my god, I jumped out of bed, ran to the phone and dialled the number."You are late, Boy" I haven't said something, the phone just rang once, when I. “Good boy,” I told him as I kissed him on the forehead.“Did you enjoy that?” I asked him.“Yes Miss,” he managed to say.“I want you to drink up your cum,” I asked as I offered up the glass.He hesitated a bit. He looked at the glass of cum, then up to me, then my pussy.“It would make me happy,” I added.Brian then took the glass and drank it all down, gagging only for a moment. It gave me immense pleasure, and I kissed him on his cum-soaked lips.I hugged him again and thanked him and squeezed his.