Yes, really. Well, you know where I am,” and he ended the call.“This could be a fun day,” he said, pushing my head back down on his cock. “If ...anyone comes over, you will do as I say, right?”“Yes, sir,“ I mumbled and went on sucking till he told me to stop because he didn't want to cum yet. He put me over the end of the couch, lubed my ass, and fucked it till he filled it with his cum.I was ready to climax, too, but he said, “You cum when I say.” I hate that but he's the boss. Dan turned on the. Peter was very good; he never pushed. He clearly wanted to fuck her (a chill went through Becky's spine when she thought the word "fuck," it made her feel dirty), but he respected her wishes. They usually just necked and when Peter slept over they played spoons, but little else. Occasionally, when she got him especially excited, she would give him a handjob (and rush to Confession the next day). She would let him play with her breasts, little as they were, but never let him touch her "down. Inside there were artillery shells of some sort. Joshua took one look at them and pushed us all outside of the room and closed the door as fast as it would go, "Those are 155 mm nerve agent shells. We were supposed to have burned the last of them years ago." None of us were too sure we wanted to know what was behind the other door, but we opened it anyway. There were only two objects in the room. They were some sort of bombs with radiological markings. Even Joshua wasn't sure what kind of bomb. He was sobbing, softly, but I needed to do one more thing before I could find out what was happening.Pulling the new cell phone out of my pocket, I punched in Mom’s new cell phone number.“Hello,” she said when she picked up.“It’s Cas. I am on the Trinity Bridge. Could you call Alex and ask her to come pick me up? I will probably need to take a trip to the hospital.”“Are you OK? What happened?” she said in a worried voice.“I’m fine. There was an incident and I think I hurt my left arm. There is.