Tiny Huntley did not get to his spot atop a criminal organization by doing stupid shit. Could I accept he killed Biff? Oh yeah. But Tiny did not show ...p at your hotel room and shoot you. He had you brought to him and he spent the better part of six months making you wish you were dead before he finally got bored with you.At least that was my impression of the man, courtesy of my wife, I'm sure. I realized she was still talking."The judge signed the warrant a few minutes ago," she said. She was. We fucked in broad daylight, outside as the warm summer sun kissed our skin and we kissed each other. Suddenly I felt a familiar feeling. I continued to fuck May as I told her I was going to cum soon. She wrapped her legs around me and told me; “Cum inside me baby,” she groaned and continued “grandma is your personal cum dump.” Her words sent me over the edge, my cock twitched and I came for the first time in three long days. It took a few moments as I made sure May got every drop of my cum. I. I'll be ready. What time?" About 7. We'll pick you up, okay?" Good. I'll be ready. G'night."She got dressed over at the door and left. I watched a little TV and then checked out the video. It was awesome the way that Cindy played to the camera when masturbating. I couldn't wait for more fun.WEDNESDAY – Day ThreeCindy had to work this last day before the Thanksgiving Holiday. She got up and I let her pick her clothes, to downstairs, get dressed, and leave. I just moseyed around the bedroom after. It was a tornado that could move any way it wanted. There was no stopping fate. If her fate was to be hurt or killed by Richs hands, then she would welcome it, because it would mean she would reach the final goal of life: to die. Silently, Angel gathered up a few plates and glasses from the end tables in the living room. It was common for Richs girls to crash at the house on their days off or between long nights of endless clients. Rich always left money and coupons on top of the refrigerator.