I knew this wasn't needed. James knew what he was doing and he gave me an answer without saying a word. He looked down to Louie who was obviously even...more scared by now. "Please, Howie!" he begged. Right in that moment James kicked him with his foot deep into his guts. Before he could kick him another time I grabbed James' arm. "This isn't professional!" I told him. "But this is," he replied, took the gun out of my hand, dropped the one he held the whole time and pointed it towards Louie's. Oh, yeah, she'd like that. My fingers found her pussy and started working on it. She moaned as I plied her pussy with deliberate and sensuous fingering.I said, "God, baby, your cunt feels so fucking hot! I'm one lucky guy. I bet every guy in the world would just love to be me at the moment, with his fingers deep in your hot, wet cunt." I was using curse words for a lurid effect. My fingers continued to work on her.After she moaned again, I said, "Oh, yeah, babes, and he wouldn't want to stop. To be honest I found the question too complex to understand, especially since I came from a safe childhood with a loving father and an efficient if uncaring mother (who later turned very uncaring when she discovered my sexuality). ‘Your trouble, College, is that you grew up expecting your mother to love you.’ Donna said this as we enjoyed our regular glass of wine at the local pub. Nellie was enjoying a regular’s conversation with her breasts which rested comfortably, like two Halloween. I called back. She asked me to come immediately and without anybody noticing , so I went hiding under the parapet wall and entered their house. She was shivering and her eyes were sore. I asked what happened. She was hesitant to say but she has to say that. She said he tried to clean her private parts but the razor was sharp and she cut herself badly there and she was bleeding. Then I understood she was removing her pubic hair. I said what can I do. She said I don’t know what to do. I said let.