He finally read the letter, actually two letters folded together, and then looked at me appraisingly. “It seems that reports of your ability to sens...e danger have been greatly exaggerated,” he said smugly.“There has been a sniper rifle trained on you since we met,” he boasted.He was getting in my nerves. “Hmmmmm,” I said, pretending to be thinking, “perhaps the fact that the sniper has no real intention of shooting me means there is no real danger for me to sense,” I retorted. "Why is it that whenever you want to talk to me, you're cranky? It's not my fault that you spent half the night shtupping the lady," Jesus gently rebuked him."Put your seat belt on; it's not safe," Travis ordered, ignoring the comment."I'm already dead. Do you plan on killing me again?" Jesus laughed."Don't tempt me. I'm a good driver, no matter what my father says," Travis tossed back."Do you mean that?" Jesus turned serious, "no matter what your father says."Travis took a moment to process. “I knew you would be worth the $5,000. But let’s tease her a little before we give her any. Just stay here and watch Dom Bitch.”Brittany wanted to get in the middle of this discussion but knew we would stop everything if she did. She rolled over on her side to get a clear view of Amy and me. Amy and I laid next to each other on the bed and began to kiss. Our hands explored each other. I fingered her gently while she sucked my hard cock. I glanced at Brittany, and you could see the excitement in. For a moment, I was about to pull back but I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently holding me in place.Somehow, that relaxed me and I began to apply myself to the task, nay, pleasure. As I felt more and more of his reactions, I began to understand why my girlfriends enjoyed doing this. For me, of course, there was the added bonus that I understood many of the sensations he was feeling. My head bobbed up and down, the pulses in his shaft became stronger and he was lifting his hips trying.