Did he really not care that the women were crying?Diego felt damned, plainly and simply damned, but there was nothing he could do about it now. So wha... should he be doing? Just wait in this foul-smelling house day after day, month after month until the food ran out? Not fucking likely. That would be a pathetic way to finish a life that he had once been so proud of. So what to do?He had a plan and was all prepared for it, taking as much food and water as he could comfortably carry, the. I played with his pendulous sac as I fellated his cock, and stroked his taint. Hands wandered around to his old and saggy buttocks, caressing his cheeks and stroking his lower back. Whist my mouth was working his cock, I moved my hands to the inner parts of his pale, hairless thighs, working them around in tiny circles. His breathing became heavier, and his moans more vocal. We had never had this amount of freedom to express our desire whilst trying to conceal our deeds in the toilets.I removed. At least, that's what she tried to say, but the words came out in a series of breathy, unintelligible grunts."Un-ky," Jake laughed, mimicking the sounds she'd made at him, then held the knife up to his own mouth and bit off a somewhat smaller piece. "Uk! Gud!" he added, gnashing his teeth together with mouth wide open as he tried not to burn the insides of his mouth. "Hawt!"Béla's laugh attracted his attention back to her. She sat, grinning foolishly at him while she bit the piece of meat in. "You are Mr. Klavenko, aren't you?" I said, interrupting him, using my characteristic inexpressive look. He raised an eyebrow at me and nodded. "Here, here's my card. Call my secretary tomorrow to schedule a meeting in a more proper moment."He gave me a wary look, "Who are you?" I'm McCartson, partner and proprietary. Call Gabrielle, my secretary, tomorrow and make an appointment. I have to prepare things before making any offer," I said, and Mr. Klavenko looked astonished, the exact reaction I.